a whirlwind of
pins and needles
i long to know
how it feels to
wake without the
sullen serenade
whispering sickly
impossibilities
into my broken brain

a dour drenching of
dire doubtful details
overlaid on a perfectly
average sunny day
ever shifting poles
and a mind determined
to maintain a course
of superb self destruction

could a fool wish
for anything more
most certainly
it’s the universe
which always seems
to under deliver