Wednesday 30 September 2009

Also, I'll Have Rabies

In three days
when they've put the raptors back in their cages
and catalogued all their favourite magazines
now used to paper prison roofs
I will drink coffee still
shaking and dressed in newspapers

as I walk blind to my job at the morgue
where I will daydream of shoe polish
and proper sausage preparation

while outside the drums keep going
and my one half-dead co-worker
says nothing except
how different things were
just three days ago.

1 comment:

Bronwyn said...

Yes.

This makes me want to eat dry toast and drink black coffee for some reason.

In any case--I really love this.