HICCUP

October 9th, 2019

Wake for productive sake,

Gaze at the numerical parable

of the latest bionic wearable.

Mind the numbers, the graphs – they aren’t fake.

Sit and stare at eyelid backs

hearing instruction - the meditation hacks.

for ten minutes or twenty,

lost to thoughts of girls and a Bently

Then on to coffee with fish oil and butter

to down quick, counting out half-life hours,

ensuring the boons of sleep, those nightly powers,

always ruined by booze and teasing eyelids always aflutter.

Waking with the setback of past pleasure,

Cursing one’s self, the hangover, taking full stock and measure.

The bionic app warns, you’re flashing, in the red,

graphs and numbers report you’re practically dead.

But the world’s gearbox beckons

You have duties, move on from this morning

Skip the habit, get straight to work, start performing.

Red eyed, thoughts melted, smearing through long seconds.

Rough out the long day like a bad plan

Write this one off from a shortening life span.

Remember for next time pleasure’s long, steep cost

But someone teases, a drink? they ask, and you’re lost.