a slow poke to China in a sore
morning
I shouldered on all night
soldier boy-ing
on the good ship Lollipop
going nowhere
rolling
in the Irish stew
of myself
thinking if only
but knowing it could not be other
wise
and slept
feeling forsaken
and woke to nothing
more or
less and
got on with it
the business of so-called life
bare feet on
the kitchen floor
linoleum of life
carpet of the poor
I padded to the plant
in the corner and
looked out at the clouds
and took the rope off
I'd put on like a turtleneck
and flew out the door
like a buttercup
through a meadow of daisies.
morning
I shouldered on all night
soldier boy-ing
on the good ship Lollipop
going nowhere
rolling
in the Irish stew
of myself
thinking if only
but knowing it could not be other
wise
and slept
feeling forsaken
and woke to nothing
more or
less and
got on with it
the business of so-called life
bare feet on
the kitchen floor
linoleum of life
carpet of the poor
I padded to the plant
in the corner and
looked out at the clouds
and took the rope off
I'd put on like a turtleneck
and flew out the door
like a buttercup
through a meadow of daisies.