Yesterday when I got up
I couldn’t stand up straight
rolling like a sailor
skin clammy & cold
but managed to admit
the cat
& lead her to her bowl
Food poisoning?
The day before
I’d had a most disreputable pie
– bacon & egg –
from the heater tray
at the café
but would it wait this long?
It wore off gradually
Now, sitting in the dark
eyes closed
trying to “meditate”
(whatever that means)
the image fixed
in front of me
a wall of logos
wires radiating out
from SIGMA 6
& www
the chatter in my head
won’t dissipate
Far from self-centred
I feel upside-down
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