14 minutes

14 minutes

A Poem by delapruch
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who but a fool can resist the allure of a little extra sleep?

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the clock has begun ticking and in 14 minutes this

piece will be over with you and i if we both decide

to accept it have begun on something of a journey

together one in which the both of us should most

assuredly gain and lose such is the moral of the

story that only our forefathers who built themselves

on lying and thievery amidst the subtle guise of

religious piety and political idolatry could handle

throwing it off their table like the scrapping

remnants of a meal well-had by a family whose dog

has sat there staring at them persistently and

without any sense of shame whatsoever biding his

time and no doubt in this hot weather sweating

bullets underneath his thick coat of fluffy yellow

lab meets some other kind of fluffier dog mutt

extravaganza the fact remains that the writer got up

too early today from what can only be considered

as a partial rest and while they are quite conscious

of the fact that there are those out there that do not

get nearly as much rest or even quite possibly

no rest at all in a day this does not in any way quiet

the writer’s own mind from mumbling to themselves

why can’t we go back to sleep why must we stay

up and stare at this screen batting away in this

batting cage with no special purpose holding through

each swing as the balls come flying at us and

we are barely awake the sleepy stuff buried in the

little corner crevices of our eyes still cementing our

vision shut and we tilt our head from side to side as

the pain in the neck shoots up the back of our head

curling itself round the bottoms of the hair

follicles that stick up in shivery amounts dwindling

down the roller coaster of a forehead and typifying

itself at the downward slope of the nose writhing in

the air as it coasts off and into the abyss which can’t

be anything less than the beautifully exciting finish

of the 14 and as we revel in the last few seconds we

hear the bed calling us back and who but a fool

can resist the gift of a little extra sleep.

© 2011 delapruch


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Added on June 16, 2011
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delapruch
delapruch

nothingville, NY



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Bio: The writer we call delapruch has been writing since infancy. His first piece was scrawled on the inside of his mother’s womb. Long since published, the rights now reside in the hands o.. more..