SLEEP

SLEEP

 

Sleep has become a luxury item in Harrods 

It is something that I see and wish to own for myself yet can not afford 

Instead I am stuck with my budget supermarket smart price, reduced, on offer, buy one get one free, bargain bucket naps at a time I need to repair both my mind and body. 

 

I have become a Theresa May and Donald Trump follower in a bid to count such sheep over fences to bore myself into a coma of delight yet the politics in my life are too great to allow myself the extravagance.

 

Trapped in the airport of my mind where flights are grounded, queues are forming, complaints are being passed to be never dealt with, lost baggage is mounting and questions remain unanswered I lay here wondering if Elvis is alive secretly shopping for my luxury item that remains called sleep.

◄ Not Today ...

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raypool

Tue 20th Nov 2018 21:07

If I may make so bold Ria, I would like to say that within this there is a lot of potential which may need an edit to reconstruct some of the ideas. It seems scattered and therefore confusing. I don't often comment on poems here, but please take this as a compliment (a potential one).

Ray with respect.

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