Black Sunday Morning

[pk.]

I woke up and poured
myself a glass of 90-proof
for no particular reason,
except that I
was mildly happy,
bored and
slightly depressed.

I folded my clothes
put on The Velvet Underground
watched the rain fall
diagonally onto
warm rooftops.

A handful of drinks
thereafter,
warm body and mind -
boney fingers
clenched firmly onto
cold Japa beads,
I watching the flowers
die upon the altar.

Will I ever escape this
material world?
Will I ever be able to
become one
with the universe?

All that I have ever found,
however, is that
the simplest things
are the hardest
to let go.

 

[EbowTheLetter]

pk, as I was reading this, my mind began to rearrange it into a narrative (in prose) and I have to say that it painted quite a vivid picture. Good on you. And this:

I woke up and poured
myself a glass of 90-proof
for no particular reason,
except that I
was mildly happy,
bored and
slightly depressed.

captures a very specific moment of muddled emotions and perspective perfectly.