I wish I did have a black dog to pet

It’s as boring as hearing about

Someone’s fucking dream

But I’m afraid I’ve got it again

And the clock ticks scream

And I’m shelled and without

Myself; life seeps, droops, flops.

And I don’t mean to bore you

But I’m not swimming today

I’ve cramped up. Dirty, glued

And grunting, grimy, dismayed

And Zeus knows that I know

I could be, should be, won’t be.

Please don’t try to solve me.

I don’t need more fixing.

I don’t want you to absolve me

From this, or anything

Else; I’m not even lonely

Here today, but away, but away.

I’m here. I know I am, and I

Still don’t understand

Can’t fathom out just why

Through all that I’ve done

I’m the one to survive

Myself; question, suggestion, mission?

So, then. I know it’s boring

To listen to anyone

Who on paper has nothing

To make them so down.

I’ve been here quite long

Now. Earth to birth to earth.

There are words for it all

But they’re in the wrong place.

They’re astray, awry. Cold

Tentacles whose heavy embrace

Keeps me rooted, dull,

Sitting, sitting, sitting, sitting.