Woke to sunshine and lawn mower song;
either the world is speeding up
or I am slowing down.
I daydream of being the beloved dog
of a wanton ***** in Ontario
and no one is less Canadian than I.
It takes longer than ever
for my discordant head to awaken fully.
I planned to be a Pirate, but I got drafted
and the ship left without me
and now I am stuck ashore in Pennsylvania
without even a scar or tattoo.
It needs coffee, cigarettes, Mozart and time.
Still, it's the only world there is
and eventually I must clamber back into it.
Let us prepare for anything. Semper Paratus.
The apocalypse could happen today.
I would hate to miss out.
Or the Second Coming; I missed the First.
It is all mumbles and blather and babble,
so I am still working on a new language.
Difficult to understand, is it not?
The sky is vivid blue but not in a bad way.
Let's call it a day and just show up.
God morning Blues; Blues how do you do?
If you find this poem incomprehensible,
rejoice, for you are probably sane.