When It Is Time To Sleep

I am tired but I do not wish to sleep.
I wish to stay up until my eyelids
fall down like bricks in a building
being demolished to make way for
a new strip-mall. I want to stay up
long enough to be able to hear the
sound of snores wafting through
the neighborhood like an out of
tune orchestra. I wish to stay up
because we waste so many nights
in pursuit of rest as the moon moves
across the heavens like her brother
during the day. I wish to stay until
my yawns begin to choke my mind
of the required oxygen, until I feel
my hands tire and my eyes begin
to tear. I wish to stay up until my
body can no longer tolerate the
whims of a tired mind.