There has to be
A better way
Than morning
With its severe flicker
Of consciousness.
Do you know the last door
At the end of the hall
Of abandonment?
That’s my mother’s apartment.
Number 32B.
Some furry furry thing
Just rubbed itself
Against my bare ankle.
I hope it is not
My deformity.
Did you put out the fire James?
I do not want
To melt
Like a candle.
I left such a mess
The last time,
And I am running
Out of skins.
Is anyone here a surgeon?
I need my presence removed.
I was right.
You were mistaken.
Not I think therefore I am
But I was therefore, I thought