V.67 Fainting at the Supermarket Clinic

When I was lying amongst them –
the tubs of biochemical
waste – I had a thought, on the floor
there, under the bright yellow tubs

I cried later, the self-service
checkout beeped and I cried weakly
Julian of Norwich touched me
On the shoulder. She hugged me and

I cried at the gap. The quiet
where visions should have poured outward
was a small cracked rock in the dark.
The Wu tang Clan sung me back with

C.R.E.A.M. as my selfhood rebooted.
My heartbeat was slow, I was born
again, from a song I can’t know.
I thought: what has happened? I know

Nothing anymore, just this face
and the other, staring back down
As I lay on the smooth cold floor.
The lady passed by, I sat up

And stood up, slowly. I wandered
from here to there, bought frozen food
and went to the checkout. She had
hollow eyes and she hugged me close

Mantra & Event

I

It’s too late, I’m too tired
There are too many small senses
Crowded into the bed with the big
Beige allover tiredness
Let me sleep, let me not write
The aches in my arms tonight.
Only warm up the bed till a)
I can finally relax and b)

II

The bus is late
Condensated windows drip
onto raincoats, yawns, mornings.
Alongside, a giant spider crawls
slowly – it’s so big
it can crawl slowly and still
keep up

It takes a sodden leg
and taps the misted glass next to me
dunk, dunk, dunk
Pensioners get caught inadvertently
in its slowly trailing web
I stare
then go back to sleep.

Branches scrape on the bus
like dull whistles

Dilemma

Coffee, dark in the dark morning
Soothing my throat of sleep’s work
In the shadows of the cold room.

My enjoyment sleepily ceased,
Of this waking dream, I sit aching
From yesterdays forgotten exertions.

Birds, flowing in their sky-patterns
using air as their darkness, they live
In the shadows of the breeze.

One lands on a gutter and slips
Into a drainpipe, scraping the walls
Impacts the dark stone and rots.

It struggles to leave, constrained
Eyes at the perfect level for worms
It cries shortly, immobile, waiting.

Speculations on how to be freed,
From this dispersing life, aided
To spark once again, in the night.