Awake

Make your grave That’s not so difficult, is it? Pull a comforter over the coffin Maybe an electric blanket Now 7 AM. That’s no hour to get to bed Time wears thin any sense of constrained risk Now 10 AM and I think I’ll Stare at the back of my eyelids Now noon and The robins dive By the air conditioner Lie and lie To yourself Day or night or Whenever I don’t give a damn Between the lights On broken marrow I succumb to the ardent bliss of Nothing at all