AD Winans: 4 AM INSOMNIA POEM

lost in the never never land of insomnia a dark forest ravished by storms where dreams go to perish my  mind hijacks my destiny speaks in tongue devours the silence walks hunchbacked like a gypsy tailor pushing a garment cart a sacrificial virgin burns in volcano ash a Tiajuana Jesus nailed to a plastic cross winks at the twelve wise men making a return trip to the manger after a shopping spree at Walmarts a fortune teller trades in her crystal ball for a tarot card reading the lone survivor of a shipwreck floats aimlessly at sea my love returns from the  bermuda triangle in the disguise of a mermaid the pope pleads for humility god answers with lightning jesus responds with thunder a bee colony drips honey between the legs of a dairy queen a haunted house coughs up an angry ghost drunk on death dante gives up his seat in hell to Rosa Parks who recites the lord's prayer backwards to a  honky sheriff in Selma, Alabama  Saint Peter empties purgatory the FDA declares sleeping masks a fraud Van Gogh demands his ear back a new born baby is sacrfiiced at the Louve a french Mistress closes her legs in protest| the mirror mocks my image twenty-plus years of sleeplessness camp inside my skull hot as volcano ash satan recruits me god makes no counter offer a whisper of sleep camps inside my eyeballs I surrender with a whimper drown in a series of Hail Mary's recited by sexy nuns in see-through attire