Post-Camomile-Tea

Sipping camomile tea at 2 am doesn’t suggest we 

have lost th’ plot; an exotic brew when sleep’s run 

the gauntlet’s not too bad an idea, stays well clear 

of coffee-metropolis-dramatics, and saves a sanity 

insinuating grotty divergent influences afoot under 

reflective stress; but whatever surfaces there’s the 

Fox TV schedule for unrepentant insomniacs, with 

a host of re-runs dating back t’ before commercial 

realism redefined economic sense: and there’s the 

niche one can slide into - reliving days before your 

unclear conscience dragged the bedcovers away - 

now we’re here in post-camomile-tea calm with th’ 

pleasantly drifting insights of a sea o' indulgence - 

and whatever, & where else would one care to be 

©27 August 2018, I. D. Carswell