Long Narcoleptic Poems

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Premium Member Gaslight Square

In another narcoleptic nightmare,
along crepuscular curbs
I am endlessly stalked by the depraved. 
Their railing against conspiring contrivances.
These gaslighting doctors of spin.

On every corner a barking Icke or Alex Jones,
On every path a fear-mongering Judy Mikovits.
Get hip to all the globalist conspiracies, 
Look smart, as all the word-crafters think for you!
Submit, as all the witchcrafters take from you!
These gaslighting doctors of spin.

Everywhere the nebulous deep state threat! 
Don’t you know?
OAN told me so,
	and Fox News provided the echo.
Co-conspirators of conspiracy conspiring,
Their shrieking against baleful bogeys,
Their immolation of fading truths.
These gaslighting doctors of spin.

Warlord POTUS, a Stalin, and Hitler disciple.
“Truth isn’t truth,” Rudy told us, after all.
The best control of the masses:
choke all channels 
with conspiring conspiracy cocktails,
these gaslighting doctors of spin.


Dog Tired This Day March 29th 2018

A minor typo found this fanatic spell binding hound to resend a poem posse sub bully dashed off in a huff (past the hour) if nothing else than fur his spurt full of peace, bot tee, and mind. 
     Thus this Norwegian bachelor wannabe (most closely aligned with said status closely attained unmarried state by pledging my Unitarian troth)  tilled, sown, and furrowed spirit nsync with the missus sleeping in close proximity.
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dog tired this day - march 29th, 2018
no matter this dawg gone pup
    took numerous one after another cat nap
his utterly fatigued
    body electric still ragged

    as if he went without sleep for a lifetime,
    ensnared within a time warp,
    espied that aggravating "aw SNAP"
(error code instead of a webpage

    indicating Chrome happens to be 
    experiencing problems loading)
    or, simultaneously
    caught in a narcoleptic parent trap

thus, while a burst of energy
    temporarily doth prevail
(a priori which extreme fatigue
    of body, mind and spirit -

    more troublesome, and worse than -
    getting crucified
    with a rusty nine inch nail
alleviated with deep sleep finds

    much more tiredness
    than usual quotidian sleepiness
    bruiting this male)
    being imprisoned (for high
    gram matt tick crimes

   and misdemeanors) such as: comma, splices,
    dangling a modifier, splitting an infinitive,
    unnecessary parenthesis (), et cetera
    which landed me punctually,

    proverbially, and squarely 
    in the slaammed shut jail
fed thin gruel with grubs that didst flail
nauseating pluperfect revulsion
    each time hide exhale

which, many hours long rests did restore
for a bit of time only for totally tubular
     exhaustion to come roar
ring back leaving me tour
    charred as if...i fought in every major war.

Premium Member November Moon

November moon,
dangling pearl 
trailing the face of dusk
like a brooding tear.

Morpheus leads our way
through luminous sleep,
through stained glass shards of
our multiverse.

November moon, 
you languish unrealized,
in somber slumber fog.
Our mortal arousal,
our wounds are reopened.

Morpheus leads our way,
through lustrous ruminations,
through spiraling remnants of
our Megaverse.

November moon
We hardly notice you
in our narcoleptic cloud,
our emergent consciousness,
our collective imagination.

Morpheus leads our way
through refulgent recall,
through steep sleep stages,
where we are unified
		           as one.

Somnolence Stymies Sui Generis Synchronization

no diminution in tiredness arose
gnome hatter how off tin ma dis bows
Zoe let his bot tee succumb,
     via mental application

     of autogenic phrases
     and/or counting crows
cuz upon awakening,
     aye immediately wanted ta doze,

thus this artful dodger hankered to expose
extreme cockamamy idea incumbent,
     where corporeal essence gets froze
zen, the scientific procedure named

     emergency preservation
     and resuscitation (EPR)
     more familiarly known
     as suspended animation

     pursuant under the appellation cryogenics,
     where living tissue no longer grows
old, a wishful yearning
     approximating immortality i sup hose,

yet this copacetic drowsy
     generic human struggled in vain
     trying with utmost effort to stay awake
     Swiss to hobnob among urbane

feeling helpless (fearing
     he might be narcoleptic),
     nonetheless aye didst train
intent concentration

     (and/or feeble exertion mustered)
     to swat away worrisome thought
     this hypochondriac,
     could be afflicted with mononucleosis

since lassitude less likely sprung
     from overcast and rain
knee skies, which type weather
     generally energies me
     
to conjure a quatrain
sometimes complex versus
     written straight away plain
panacea hit upon finally

     to ward off sleepiness,
     whereby literary endeavor
     boosted by a strong brew
namely fair trade

     manufactured coffee chew
zing among socially conscious entities,
     and hoping to do
some dollop of positivity
 
     without fanfare I eschew
to fulfill personal hue
man conscientious anonymous impact
     that some benefit will en sue.

Soporific Narcoleptic Pull Wielded Courtesy Innocent Looking Bed

Hypnagogic spell immediately cast
overpowering drug induced state fast
overcome even those who just woke
prolonged narcotic effect could last
bajillion years (hyperbole to wake
any lil lulled reader) superfast.

Before he/she succumbs without blame
impossible mission monseigneur or dame
to break loose against buttressed bed frame
magnetic pull overpowers
superman/woman and/or lame
nope, I can't rattle off any specific name
only no man, woman, nor child can tame
overpowering urge greater than whatshername?

Ja Sleeping Beauty, or similar
facsimile thereof within eye blink
shutters lids with soundless clink
quite elementary ma rinky dink
poem, but would ya expect me,

an arrogant, defiant, haughty,
career punster who doth hoodwink
matt er of fact Scott
tush trumpeting ratfink,
meanwhile, I will not let thee think,
lest ye become mettle some as hot zinc.

And what thwart my feeble
attempt to bewitch and beguile
quite aware ye probably reedsy
to spew glippy glop gloopy bile
spurring lifesaving recourse
insane asylum, cuz bedlam

forces thee to dial,
and splutter exhibiting harried style
swiftly tailored demeanor
hooping I get just desserts,
and be condemned at trial
within interim and meanwhile...

Yours truly will exalt inside
unit b44 downing
one after another
B52 eventually died
(jettisoning these lovely bones)
at least say to himself,

while gratefully dead, he tried
to curry lunacy, (albeit harmless)
across the the web, world wide
reading experience this
letterman being your lucky charm guide
into outer limits of twilight zone
ha... ha... ha... no place for ye

to run and hide,
which bolsters me prejudice and pride
without sense and/or sensibility
(think Jane Austen),
whose ghost would chide,
one twenty first century wordsmith,
who seeks a bartered bride

hmm, maybe someone allied
i.e. linkedin with AllPoetry,Cosmofunnel
FaceBook, MyPoeticSide,
PoetrySoup, Prose, All Poetry,
Hello Poetry, Tumblr...
I even roll out welcome Matt
for thyself tug get shanghaied.


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