At Sleep Ranch
All the sleep I ever wanted I
could never get
is out near Nowhere on this empty-ass plain
I moved onto Sleep Ranch to fetch
some siesta
Peaceful, restful; sleepy, sleepier,
sleepiest
It’s quiet and comfortable and sleep-dim
enough
for extended experiments in snoozing
I practice-sleep for weekly
sleep-offs
slumber contests with myself where
everyone wins
as selfless snooze fest piles on snooze
fest
Occasionally waking and bumbling
around
I fall asleep in an overstuffed
chair
in a somnolent chamber before
more bed-sleep
I stretch, perform ablutions, eat
some cereal
then yawn, stretch and listen to
lullabies
slumping unwakeful into fantasias
of slumber
Sleeping at the Sleep Ranch is
all I dreamed of
Uninterrupted, steadfast, prolongable
napping
Periods of persistent dozing and
sheep-counting
Interspersed with long afternoon unconsciousness
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