Sleep. A haiku.

Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
Oh how I want to sleep, now.
Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.

Bone Tired

I am so tired
I could sleep for eons.
I am not wired.
caffeine has let me down.

I want to sleep
like Van Winkle.
To bed I'll creep
and rest in cap and gown.

Sleep part Zzz

Buzz, buzz, buzzing along
to the happy drone
of a snoring sleeper.

Bliss and ignorance
may not unite
but sleep, oh sleep,
you are bliss and make me ignorant of wakefulness.

Sleep. I need you, 'cuz this poem doesn't make sense much at all.

Invasion of the Fishy

Blissful slumber.
Sleeping.
Sleeping comfortably.

A soft warm fuzziness
envelops
my senses.

Soothing sounds
as of a gentle motor
lull me to sleep.

The smell of the ocean
invades my nose.
Rotting fish!

My nose, exposed to the world,
receives
a short wet, rough lick!

"Wake up Daddy!
I want my breakfast,"
says the cat.

Narcoleptic Insomnia

I can't sleep.
It's been four hours,
since I went to bed.

Wide awake I stare
at the ceiling
wishing, hoping,
begging for a narcoleptic fit
the likes of which only
Rip van Winkle could
appreciate.

Sleep. You hate me.

Somnambulistic Deception

I typed something.
In your sleep.
Without you near.

A Knight of Sleep

A knight of sleep
no man can beat
he roams the sheets
his vigil complete.

Stupid cat. Get your
own food; quit waking
me up. I'm not a
feline vending machine.