Sleep did not come easy to Kenneth .The sound of Petrus and Ivan crashing the Brown Compostable waste bins onto the lifting gear at the back of the bin truck had disturbed his shallow sleep not deep rem sleep but shallow breathless sleep .Ken had drifted away after nearly fourthy minutes struggling for peace agitated by Nicotine and Caffeine he had consumed after another fruitless night shift on the Boulivard of Broken Dreams that was Cork City .The Panna, Mc Curtin Street all void of people .Ken had struggled to wrestle rest for his tortured sole .He had tried counting sheep but that never worked as he always replaced the sheep in the dungeon of his mind with counting taxi fares .Tonight's Coffee was Black as Ken had used up the carton on milk he bought in the Garage on the Douglas Road on Sunday Night .Lying on his bed his, strong workboots cast across the floor and his Cordoroy slacks hanging listlessly off the back of the chair beside the dresser that acted as a plinth for his statue of the Child of Prague .Once again Ken tried for rest for sleep to dream .He started to hum in his head ."Mo milk today my babys gone away la la la la la la ..Then there she was invading his slumber messing with his fragile mind the Purple Coated Princess with the well fitting denims from the week before last week .Like a Mairmaid luring ancient mariners onto the rocks and into danger ,She was goading Ken seducing him with unwritten promise of unmentioned reward if only he would send her his address .Tormented he wondered was she going to really send me my score and more or was there more to the score if only I sent her my address .The Purple Princess was now tattooed on the cortex of Kens mind playing with his very sanity .What if I dont send her me address Ill never get me score and more back but if I do I might get more than I bargained for .Sleep finally descended deep restful sleep .The cell door of restfulness had slammed shut keeping Ken safe from the Purple Coated Princess until the call of his ageing bladder would awaken him for a piss then once again the vista of the Purple Coated Princess would once again visit and those funny familiar forgotten feelings would come walking all over his mind .The Cute Whore Jackeen John M smirked to himself as he thought how many of you who read this are now humming Hermans Hermits or Engelbert Humperdink Songs .