Today I found a contraption
contrived to reduce the weight of sleep on lowered eyes
That looks something like a fishing rod
Thats reel back the time you wasted in a day into sheer productivity
And has a proclivity to energy boost exhausted socialites in
big cities
It transforms incessant pen taps on desks to fully written
research papers,
white and pressed
Pushes appointments back; a minute for each dreaded traffic
light
And freezes time on Earth
just long enough to
gaze at the moon in flight
Its marvelousness mustn’t be kept a secret
Before I tell the world I need a plan to patent it
I’d get thousands of offers from people who’d pay millions,
Oh what numbers
Today I found the perfect contraption deep in the crevices
of a sublime slumber!
©Brion Gill
Is it sleep? Is the contraption sleep? If so...I resist your encouragement to go to sleep at night...lol.
ReplyDeleteBe careful I tried sleep as a teenager to be like the older kids and then I got addicted and now I can't not sleep.
ReplyDeleteNo the contraption could do all the nonsensical things I talked about in the poem but it wasnt real because I found in a dream lol
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