Sunday fell away into a lazy afternoon
spent watching seagulls looking for the
coast.

The most
she creates in me is a sea so blue
and a mirrored surface to look back to
and see through.

there or where it could be is that which is
not for me to see,

transubstantiation?

I eat cornflakes,
it doesn't cure the headaches
but they taste so good.

Slowly
because slow is sure
I amble to the bathroom door
and forget
what I came here for

she taught me
that less is more,
I'm
not so confident that the
adage is meant
for memory.

Yesterday where it could and then,
we were the one
time being quicker than the eye
moved on
and I'm watching Sunday
fall away
there seems to be a pattern
which is probably on the mat
the cat
sat on

only madness, morphine and the
making of another dream
keep me sane.