the wall.

sometimes when i can't sleep,

i bang my head against the wall,

listen to the ache and ring

kill some brain cells along the way.

i guess it wouldn't hurt

if i put some music on

and listen to the lyrics of

a man and his guitar.

but i'd rather not.

you'd mistake me for an insomniac.

not to say i am not one,

but that i just don't know.

sometimes when i can't sleep,

i think about the words and

murmurs

of cars and strangers.

i listen to those sounds in silence

until the silence breaks.

i listen to those sounds in silence

until the silence breaks.

listen to those sounds ache,

ring against the wall,

a man murmurs,

his guitar breaks.