Like Wicker Passed Round Midnight’s Mass

I dare not blame the 14 Hands

for feelings I have felt

Where midnight and I meet

the moon’s shadow can’t dispel

In daylights saving grace

I justly feel that I have felt

like wicker passed round midnight’s mass

each hand is doleful dealt

FAWAP!

Awake now

on my back

thumbing through

Kerouac

rattle-tat-tat goes the rain…

While the birds chit

and others chat

another day’s here

Oh, what’s that Jack?

ho-hum-mum

FAWAP!

I woke up today

glad that I did

with crippling

back pain and

Tylenol fix

but as I sit here now

heat pack in place

hardly able to walk

drink without chase

—karma’s a bitch—

but I’m glad I woke up

if just now to say

I’m glad I woke up

regardless the pain.