Paint that peels from vaulted ceilings
a wet shirt hanging
by two pegs,
a cold wind blowing through
my feelings
rheumatism in my legs,

but I'm alive with inspiration
which is
a bit like having
constipation

(sat waiting)

Putting everything aside
I take some time
to make some time
to take time and
make things easy.

It all goes on
we all do

wherever we may be
we are the central reservation
in the movement of
a vast
eternal sea.