The Lazy Man's Poem

The rest of the world sleep at night The dead too, unless there are errands to run. & this is why dreamland is a clumsy place to be. But the best time to hibernate the tongue & let the nose do the snoring is early morning When the length and breadth of Paradise Is minimized into the size of your mattress & you have all the peace in the world Unto yourself clenching it firm in your fists & dipping them loosened inside your pants. The best time to mimic the dead is when All the phases of darkness lie in the Distance between your eyelids & pupils & you record a voice note on your cellphone Telling anyone who remembers you exist That you do not. These are times when You take a break from reality When life holds you by the tail & you keep Slipping off, merrimenting in the fantasies Of your illusions & reminding the world That most times, the lazy man lives longer.