Sick 4.25.2015

Awake.

Sky opaque.

What is the meaning of it all?

No special plans to follow;

Nose stuffed, ache or two.

Sky thick, you hollow.

What to do?

Go out

Into that mystic spot,

A cryptic universe –

Converse as if there’s someone there,

Then leave the bed.

A little later bed’s still better.

Cup of coffee, cereal.

Radio – the world brought nearer,

Real’s realer.

Media in eye and ear –

(a TV’s also in the chamber).

Drained of energy and weak,

Fatigued, fagged out, concerned and sick.

One bug and she’s an underdog.

A categorical, outrageous drag!

The scalawag!*

* scalawag; a rascal

Sick 4.25.2015

Defiant Doggerel; A Sense Of The Ridiculous;

Arlene Corwin

After Last Night 2012

After Last Night

Sitting in the bathtub thinking

What a pity

That the memory

Gets in the way of now.

Last night’s success

Completely gone –

Departed,

Spent absolute.

No substitute.

If time is taken

To think ‘then’

(Just hours ago),

A method

To make then a ‘now’

Without

Losing the moment?

Maybe some can.  I can’t.

Yet.

Bath Again 2.8.2012

Bath Book; Vaguely about Music;

Arlene Corwin

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