IF I
WASN'T SO LAZY
(Hemlock)
If I
wasn't so lazy I'd be dead by now : as it is,
my feet
are up again. Sitting in a twist like some
hibernating bear to think and to
decide about the
cold and the
gold. How far should I stretch my tired
limbs?
In the
other room, someone putters over a
soup-bowl
and a cup;
regular restaurant fare for when
others
come
in. Me? I
haven't moved in days, just thinking.
Pearl-handled pistols
always
sound like a good idea;
but
I have no more of them.
-
I need a handler; I don't need a
trainer. I need someone
to tend to my place. I don't really
want to talk, just yawn;
thinking of tomorrow, and deep
outer space - where the
planets can become my own eyeballs,
where the light of
some reflected sun is the blanket I
sleep in and wallow.
If I wasn't so lazy, I'd be dead by
now,
(having finished that last, lethal
swallow
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