For To Sleep [rev] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

A celebration to commemorate when my laptop came
alive again; after playing possum for so long, refusing
to start, claiming "battery low", with no recharging set
of electrical current managing to cure this recalcitrant
beast. It led to my having energy drinks before going
to bed, & lying awake with burning stomach - sipping
a soothing tea, eating sweet things - nothing helped -

Started attacking my own hair with nail clippers; after
taking a foamy bath in the delicate fragrance of Italian
soap, on the cool tiles spread a large sleeping bag &
slumbered a while before hurriedly arising & charging
to work full-speed at my work-station - to work for the
Nation - but as Spanish cultural terms for Argentina's
Government are delinquent - & refuse to be found

Fatigue's gotten the better of me - I relinquish diet &
eat instant Hot Chocolate granules for a final energy
blast before passing out during lunch; standing here
as my ferocious chair attacks with 4 sharp claws and
a fifth wheel making it mobile still - a menace indeed,
is banished from my sight - although it hovers in the
background, ready to scratch me again; I exercise

On my toes without much enthusiasm since the only
ideal left is an escape into Morpheus' embrace while
enjoying sleep's comfort; my neck bent while leaning
back in my other FRIENDLY office chair - which has
only ever tumbled me off when I lay too far back, so
now I'm prepared … oh, for to sleep…