Roads are skating rinks,
The wife of safety thinks…
Stay home from church
And encourage,
Me in similar stakes!
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So staying up to write,
At least part of this night…
Exhaustion
Will soon have won,
I’ll give up and turn out my light!
(By the number of TYPOS, that may be soon!!!)
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–Jonathan Caswell
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Found himself in a trap,
Without a working C-PAP*…
He really tried–
His sleep denied–
For want of a broken strap!
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Was given two harnesses free,
For a few nights sufficiently…
Slept refreshed
Till the C-PAP crashed,
Exhaustion came back suddenly.
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The weekend he must rest,
Unaided in his quest…
To get his sleep
Not six feet deep,
Dying with groggy regrets!
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–Jonathan Caswell
*C-PAP is an air pump that forces air down past a person’s soft palate in the rear of their throat to keep their airway open, especially during sleep times.
My wife firmly insists.
We cannot leave without filling lists…
All laundry done–
Over-packing is fun–
For me, it’s the greatest of tests!
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Leaving things mostly on her
Whilst i work, speeds up her “blur”…
Too much for me
Her fervor intensity,
Being forced into corners…I DON’T prefer!
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Somehow, we’ll work it through,
She’ll be exhausted (me, too)…
Climbing on the bus
In seats too small for us,
She’ll be sleeping (me awake) the journey through!
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–Jonathan Caswell
HE’S DRESSED, BUT…
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Into the water unplanned
With just a touch of his hand…
Tipped a full cup
Of water–clean it up,
Exhaustion must be in command!
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–Jonathan Caswell
ORANGE CATS OUT OF CCTV VIEWS!
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Orange cats on a downward slide,
Appear, then go back to hide…
Sounds like I’m dreaming
But something I’m seeing,
Is it time to not work anymore?
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–Jonathan Caswell
HEART-TUGGING TIRED
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Exhausted from a sleepless night,
He’s hard-put to put up a fight…
Heaves a sigh–
Would like a good cry–
Release…so he would feel right.
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He found the right issue
To use his tissue…
Employed on the grounds
Of not having rounds,
He misses that he used to!
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Didn’t quite make it to tears,
But the potential was good it appears…
A little pity is fine
If kept in line,
When back to reality it steers!
–Jonathan Caswell
H.A.L.T. REPRISE…# 1.
Hunger, Anger, loneliness and exhaustion,
Wheedling the guard of the bastion…
Into opening gates,
For thin-ice skates
Throwing away the drawstrings of caution!
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Loneliness, Tiredness–both–
Wearing down adherence to oath…
Got to stay strong,
Keep moving along,
Avoiding the slitting of throat.
–Jonathan Caswell
(casacamisas.wordpress.com)
HE WRITES ANYTIME!
Off to bed he creeps,
Falls into bed and sleeps…
It’s been a long day
Segmented away,
His disjointed schedule keeps.
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Not often is he taken in
With total exhaustion…
But falls behind
In the daily grind,
After losing his vigor and vim.
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He writes whenever he can,
The time isn’t always planned…
When he can’t sleep
He’ll get up and reap,
The stories he’s written by hand.
—Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 