Poem -

Sleep Inducing Powers...

Sleep Inducing Powers...

Of My (Lenovo External) Computer Screen
Within mere nanoseconds,
(or less than an instagram ming
kickstarter reddit snap,

chat ting shutter
fly), this bopeep
awakens (i.e. ascends) beep
ping from, a pseudo steep
descent transcendental

restorative meditation,
(though there be
unREM burr hubble
dream times re:

viz zit ting me
"Max C. Mum" security creep
right after headroom gets
shut-eye as

requisite upkeep
whereat, I still feel fluky,
junky, and yucky,
sans like the Cisco kid)

ready to be
tossed on scrapheap,
and wanna get
right back asleep

this, no matter
e'en if temporarily
feel rested, and cheap
per after doze'n

(ala bright tailed, sheep
push, and bushy eyed),
primed to leap,
over historically

fattened dustheap,
nonetheless this ole baby
boomer purportedly reap
aired awakens from deep

slumber, yet suddenly without
warning internal forces
overpowering, qua in
tense gravitational pull

immediately pulling slip
ping vacuuming
suction yanking me (a dude
dill ling Yankee) helplessly,

irresistibly back into zzz
top land of Honah Lee
courtesy of Sleepy's
easy chair holy jeep

pers, analogous to Uriah Heap,
when clear out the blue...
(screen of death), what should
appear without a clue,

but hypersomnia (excessive daytime
sleepiness) heavy as an Emu
pursuing with full force
like gang (lion) busters goo

goo wing nsync with
Doctor Zeus then stopping,
cuz Horton hears a hoo
cryptic message loo

wuss lee translated
(by Alaska Natives
holed up in their igloo)
essentially means view
pixels will unwittingly woo

spell bind and forever bind you
to a flickr ring cursor
and aux com1 (an ex port)
whatsapp pining
to the human zoo.

 

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