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[rejectomorph]

Been feeling mostly crappy all day, and more so as it passed. There's really nothing to be done at such times. Usually I just watch videos. Funny ones to cheer me up and music to distract me when the cheering fails, as it tends to do. I could have gone to bed early, but then I'd have just woken up too early in the chilly dark being sad. I can't put it off any longer though. I hope I'll be tired enough not to notice how uncomfortable I am. Then it will be possible to sleep, at least for a while.




Sunday Verse

The Lights

by John Perreault


These tall things don’t need weeding.
But I can’t get over the fireplace.
It’s useless.
Except as an ashtray.

The lights stay on
and the windows remain wide open.

I am standing outside of us
in another building
or in the other room.

I am safely lodged inside the
vulnerable.
I am the music of the traffic outside
and I am your complete body.

These states are unfallen
and into the ash
a window sticks its hand
to try out pieces of glass
the way a model
tries on style.

These stars too

and into the climate
winter burns a hole in the side of a hill.

The lights stay on
but the room fades out.

This is not noticed until later,
when the room returns,
harder,
more real than even the reality
of novels and films.

I drive my submission
like a beautiful icepick
into the bedspread of your life.