The first I learned of my morning routine
By the dock of the bay at the edge of town
Was how to boil the coffee and make my breakfast plate
And wait, and eventually sit down
Been out here for 23 days and
Already I don’t know if I could ever come back
From my inside world
Sufficiently
To explain any of this
To anyone
Some mornings I’d wake up
With a light beam in my pocket
But it was all in my imagination
As I would look to the dream for
The electricity bolts
That were running through my blood
Being tamed
But I couldn’t find them
Someone dodged a deck of cards
That I threw across the room
Hoping to snatch away
My own ideas back from
The complacent wizard
And the butler, while they played
Their curious games
Critical eyeing and taking names
The way they fling those things around
I wonder where they’re going to come down
And what will be
The result?
Don’t shoot the messenger
Don’t shoot the messenger
Whoever they are
See them driving in your car
Cutting you off
I guess they’ve got somewhere to go
Anyway don’t you know
Surely you’ve got to be
Better off
Not flipping anybody off
The third thing I learned
On that first day of isolation
Was how to get crushed under a gigantic
Metaphysical rock
And how to get splayed across the dirt
In a helpless way
Man, I’m lucky I overcame that one that day
Or really, I should say
It’s more like two or three hours later it just
Floated away
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