I know you’ve all had a lot on your minds
but I thought you might like to take a break
from your issues to concentrate on mine
which include dry rot & whistling gaskets
& an ache in the gut that’s calling out
for Dyno-Rod I am these sensations
of someone else’s knuckles just behind
my eyeballs which is making it tricky
to gaze reflectively upon the world
or freshen up the stale pits of my mind
& that’s a shame because I’d seen some sights
& enjoyed a stunning range of inputs
which had made my mind feel like a fountain
playing incessantly throughout the nights
of a small piazza in the ghetto
instead of one of those tiny red lights
on the extension lead under the desk
I’ve reached that stage when glimpses of justice
& gorgeousness such as fresh leaf on beech
or any member of the cod family
proper policy her face & music
sending these little ripples through the wine
hurt my eyes & render me rickety
knowing their value & fragility