Nine
Start the week
with a ban on refined sugar
opened the honey
moving slower already
somewhere somethings wrong
not done any work
of a practical nature
never make appointments you
know that you don’t keep
how can you make some headway
where do you begin?
By candle.
Mind’s eye flix…instead I stalk
awkward, push his wheelchair, crossing,
three-point-turning,
tricornering, crossing back,
leant on bedstead,
with free limb, revolve said chair, repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Sit and sweat and look
and realize why he smells off.
The do it again.
And again. Again.
Waiting for…forgot.
Did not hear
the sea
see the sky.
Then I
Saw an exit
called ‘Pleasure Dome’
over soft
boiled eggs.
Walking is
Bipedal
Ought to more.
Cross the floor.
Out the door.
Primeval
Grimbeau 