12.38: The clock ticks slowly, my mind spins fast
Imaginings hover just out of reach,
how long can a minute last?

01.32: A dialogue in mind as I try, to unwind.
Imagine if I could send you a screen-shot.
of my mind. I'd save all these words.
No. that'd be absurd. 
I'd need a screen-shot of time.
To rhyme. 

01.48: I'm going to oversleep,
I'm going to be late.
Tick-tock. Tick-toc
Can you relate?.

02,07: Suddenly, my mind, like a kingfisher, dips
beneath the surface,
and from unremembered unconsciouness
Grabs hold of moments, vignettes from the past, 
then resurfaces, shaking water from the catch.

03.33: Squirming with embarrassment,
I quickly amend the script, so
it is I who departs with the witty riposte,
the clever, closing quip

04.12: I tease myself with what I should have said,
my unconscious is unconvinced,
more anxiety, quivering, dread

04.57: Apropos of nothing,
my mind suddenly zips
from the past into possible futures, 
developing bizarre scenarios 
Embedded in a microchip of ice

05.12: In Tokyo in a bar, a clumsy befuddled giant
surrounded by hordes of bespectacled Lilliputians is trouserless
Off the Dublin ferry, staggering around a mythic Liverpool, 
covered in sick and asking directions,
answered in a richly incomprehensible double-dutch

06.01: And such and such. My mind whirls and wriggles but never comes to rest
'Ring in with the lurgy. Tell them it's the dreaded version. 
Highly contagious. Covid. Self-certificated? Certainly.'

06.03: Imagining how tired I will be,
I finally submit, turn on the light: read.

06.44: If I read any more of this malarky I'll go mad.
The whole world is nothing but sad
I'll have a cup of tea.  Sad sleepless bastard. Me..