the 2 of us – foto by smith
Went to bed at 11. Woke in the dark and listened to my various body pains and looked toward the hallucinogenic white time light fuzzed by my bad vision – it looks like a monster or demon or bottle until I squeeze my eyes just right and see it is 1:11. Get up, relieve myself, toke, go back to bed.
Wake up, see 3:33 shimmering at me. Get up, toke, go to bed.
Wake up, see 4:44. Don’t get up, don’t toke, don’t sleep. Wait for 5:55. Don’t sleep. Wonder what will happen when I see 6:66. See 7:00 instead.
Now it’s morning and I hurt and ache and yawn and wonder why the why. I feel broken, flash on my poem:
The doubting vessel
The damaged vessel
The one excuses
The better bitter
Here are some dawn words my woman wrote our 1st Xmas together…
Your heart-battered love,
After 20 years of quiet nights,
and now this woman come to
your fingers wet
your shaved head,
form of man
couple – foto by smith