Halloween Trick Or Sleep
(Somewhere off the highway of the mind)
Dr. Incubator takes his chances in a trance
A transcendental state of NJ is where he lives
Each time he goes a little deeper into sleep
The heart rate slows but never stops complete
Speed limits never bother him while driving
90 miles per hour and rising on the highway
One sunny after afternoon in late October
Around the stroke of Halloween or later
While driving through the traffic signals blindly
Wind blowing in his scientific terrific hair
He takes a nap while cruising through his mind
A neighborhood that has no streets or signs
The tombstone epitaph would read like this
Here lies the master of deep sleep at rest
A man with fancy cars and perfect hair
Taking sharp curves while traveling fast
Lost in New Jersey in a transcendental state
Now six feet under in a simple wooden box
When all he wanted was a nap
Or at least a decent map
Poetry Contest sponsored by: Brian Strand
Posted and entered on: 10/12/2018
OCTOBER no2 2018,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,UPTO A MAX OF 20 lines Poetry
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