Sleep

Short sleep clenched in short-sightedness
groggy dreams as gaged buoys
a yawn remniscing of sleepier times

At night I jealously watch my tomcat
jauntly occupyng my desk chair
the unrelenting sleep of innocents
I don't want to ruffle Igor, even it  dreams squirmingly
and paw twitching as if it chases Jerry itself,
the devilish mouse constantly escaping Tom/Igor

I'm awake, in an intermediate country of
dreams and reality, cursing the night in the
merciless morning, living in the middle world,
ruthless for falling eyelids

Dreams cloud my reality, until
the fog of groggyness gradually fades, although
I would like to dwell longer in the Land of Nod
as invincible superhero