Watching you sleep like a lion


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

80 Degrees Farenheit


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]