the sun begins its shift.
Awake with eyes closed,
memories, trapped behind closed eyes,
eye lids mechanically, pneumatically
push all the snow-balled angst down,
jump in the shower,
sing like a clown,
upside down frown.
clamber into reality,
dont talk and make breakfast,
toast and strawberry jam, please Dad.
off to big fat stupid work,
play the game,
play it well,
knock off, hoo roo.
home, to where the heart is,
where it all derives,
the chaos, and the sanctuary,
where the heart beats the purest.
dance the dance of Mum and Dad,
sing goodnight to daughter and son,
and when, finally, theyre asleep,
Mum and Dad can sit… in silence.
she falls asleep before I do,
but, sometimes, me first,
and that doesnt help in deciphering,
who is at fault, who is the worst.
it does not matter,
as this is as it it,
and it shall be as it is, this way,
til you die, or you depart seperate ways.
I must finish this,
it all ends,
in a rapid eye movement blink.
the sun finishes its shift.