Saturday, March 1, 2014

Pillow Man

Finding himself here, which is to say,
accepting that for heaven knew what reason
he apparently was nowhere else, and had
to navigate the pains and vagaries of working

out how to sustain his flesh and mind within
the blind constraints of their inadequate
perceptions to abet their adaptation to what
he was given to believe was shared reality,

including gravity and hunger and his mother
and the monthly obligation of the rent,
he really could imagine no comportment
better, past desultorily tending to banality,  

than to repose deep in his pillowed chair
and sit and wait. Feathers would support him
as he met whatever would comprise the size,
conditions, and remainder of his fate.


No comments: