Wednesday Metaphysics

Dragged up in the morning,piss-proud and lonely,
Stumble through the routine-fugue,
Report for work as usual.

Every day I affirm and deny myself
And live on the bones of the last thing I was in.
Counting on my fingers,
I reckon my life’s little sum.
Oh, everything entombed within-
Had I only the strength to roll back the stone!

The unfathomable operations of a nervous system,
The quirks and foibles of a living man,
Come to this :
A few words in a cluttered room.
Today is a ropebridge
Over a chasm
In the Andes.

This is my chair,
My parrot-perch in the world,
Where I sit, read, write, scratch my head,
And where I sometimes feel like weeping.
And it might be anyone sitting here,
Had I not been born one fine senseless day
When my mother suffered and rejoiced so much.
And eventually I stumbled here
To this simple beautiful chair-
Truly it might be anyone, any time,
Sitting here and breathing,
Alive in another skin.