a day late and a syllable short

just because I can

doesn’t mean I want to

I’m too old for it

 

I was promised lemons

has anyone seen my Ikigai?

I sat it just there 

on the windowsill to sun

to catch the breeze

I had my eye on it

until the Murphy spilt

into cracks and crevices seeping

has anyone seen my lemon?

I was promised lemons 

in the cracking of a cough: I am weary

in a dark room, still

too early for the sun

pushing out a fever 

in a clammy-hot sweat

am I in it or past

I knew it was coming 

no chills yet

just the sludgy-haze

of breathing shallow

clear but deeply crackling 

craving Avgolemono

setting my headspace to right

ready to rule as-is always 

what got me through 

worser things than this

things near broke me

things that did determined 

this will not - up n’ at ‘em 

Little Caprica - get ‘er done