Dream Of Sleeping At My Desk Poem by Margaret Alice

Once again went astray, left the straight
and narrow of diet prescriptions to dabble
in black territory: I felt the urge to taste
samoosas again, I had some at the ACALAN
conference; they were SO good

They did not kill me – I didn’t die – just fell
asleep during a speech or two - so when I
saw samoosas inadvertently, I wanted to
taste them again; now the power for rational
decision-making has left me completely

All that’s left is a red-hot searing travelling
through my head while everyone’s commenting
on my sleepiness - I’m yawning my head off
can’t keep my eyes open, instead of visualizing
a work day tomorrow

I dream of sleeping at my desk, though I
detest such weakness - it makes me so
much less than all the others
working at their desks..