eternal sleep

While waxing my brain to remove the lint
my hunger for Taco Bell grew like a dinosaur:
consumption of so many intense hot-saus-paks,
flying taco saucers wrapped in nachos, cheese
melted down to the size of a super-roach,
beans running down my chin..
But Subway was a closer walk
and the spicy Italian had no mercy at all.
The salty meat adsorbed into my blood stream
inducing a state of hibernation in record time,
five hours later I wake up in my clothes -
what happened?