Day 15. Don't

A sure cure for my insomnia

Is to hear about your long, drawn-out interminable dream 

in glorious, boring, snoring dragging, droning,detail.

I’ll gaze at you, eyes wide, lips parted,

oozing interest,

But, happily for me,

My brain will seize that opportune, protracted, uninvited, and

 unexpected moment

to secretly snooze.

Please relieve me of your  dreams.

Those enigmatic, incomprehensible, unfathomable memories of sleep.

Don’t expect me to suspend my disbelief

and join you in your schitzy visit 

to the land of inscrutable underwear,

or watch your mother absurdly turn into a bird

Dreams may confuse you, amuse you, infuse you with glee

But they only induce me 

to sleep

Don’t invite me there, 

don’t share 

because,

believe me,

I simply don’t care.

Prompt: Write a poem about something you have absolutely no interest in.