Watched neighbours Got all existential and anxtsy made coffee Had a flashback They're getting shorter This one was yesterday 7 O-clock You know you have those dreams and you're in deep shit you've committed murder and everyone hates you or your legs fallen off and your trapped on a cliff ledge or your cars totalled all your possessions burst into flame and the entire cast of Bonanza, stand, point and laugh hysterically at your naked genitalia. I wake from bad dreams feeling only slightly relieved, that sweaty palmed anxiety followed by mild apprehension. Rituals quantify chaos Coffee. © MARTIN EWEN 1998 |