There's a picture on my bedroom wall or it may be in my head of a field in which I'll lay me down and have 'under milkwood ) read to me.

'Bible black' takes me back to the firedog in my grandma's
home
to Sunday school when the swimming pool was closed
to the other school sometimes

The clock falls into disrepair
the arches drop
the field
no longer there
the picture blank
the good bye kiss me
why me
thank you
things merge and mix
but no one and no
euphoric recollections


Then I'm back
a hiccup
or ***** up ?

coffee's up and that's
what counts.