Yours is a perfect face and it’s inhabited by the perfect sleep of a perfect mind
Whose full idea of life is to be as quiet and still as possible, a true creature
Unperturbed by the weight of humanity, At one with the quiet behind it
Perplexed by unnecessary ornament that
Ferments reality into human fabric
That cloaks and chokes the bright buzz
Beneath the haze of small talk
Pain killer, what else can you do?
Lying here on this hot summr night
I’m tingling from limb to limb
Hands swollen, head swollen
Teeth caved in
Nose hanging over like Mount Rushmore
Everything throbbing, hot with the
Pain juice. Head aching, tired of all
This, ready for Love and Life-
If they were here, would this pain
Sit with them?
The aspirin beckons from the drawer
But if I pull the blind on pain
Who’ll guard the view? Who’ll
Know when sun’s up or down?
Who’ll see the daisies in the compost
Heap? Not me, here, inside my
Aspirin room of fake sleep,
Dull rest.
[Written 18th August 2009]
Being Every Day 