no trying

when the couch is too short
or i'm a little long
i scrunch into a crooked stick and
wait the whole night long
away from friends and family
close to no one at all
just a human form rolled
up into a ball
sleep is no distraction
theres no sandman
for dejection
no dreams of
past perfection
just the clock lit
on the cable box
sending minutes
without meaning
to a man who
isn't sleeping
who feels there is no
trying to understand
his fall