#116 - some notes on the night's digestion

26.4.20

116

some notes on the night’s digestion

after all the shames of waking

here’s flat pack me

giving the world a right way up

can’t help but imagine

direction? – keep turning

nod off on

drift the stream

will I pass unnoticed?

dreamt all

nothing remembered

but

here is the state withered away

here’s where the churches fall

we are all believing

revolutions to foment

leaf it

flutter down

how I am the fire

and flicker bung

over this all the fixed stars pass

here we are for fate

toss off quilt, cling

what was it I cooked?

I, unknown of these travels

weather of another world

mortar fire far and near

and all this while the journey guts

from elsewhere to elsewhere

hardly my own

a loss

is there the reach and touch?

such comfort?

only recall the dentist

had met on the street

he trapped me in the chair

steep and not

bars open to the pavement

like Thailand, many places

I knew I knew him  

but then it was time

and time was up

in a sniffle suppressed

a mask up close

fill a vessel with sleep

pour out a little

there was something in the mirror there

and two ways you could read

                                                      

a loss of innocence

like that of the gambler

who’s given everything

only to learn that s/he

still owes it all to the tax office

or the one waking

lit with day’s wonder

knowing all the dreaming

night is gone

won’t come again