ABUNDANCE

ABUNDANCE

waiting for something
to reach me
bending over backwards
to get close to light speed

nothing ruffles
gets under my skin

I start to forget
what day
it is
what the names
of the days are

whether I was born
in the year of the microwave
or year of the washing machine

too many levels
my brain fuming
maybe
it is heat
death out there

those gray cells
running low on oxygen
checking my anguished
protein levels
starved of everything

whilst if I remember effectively
we were promised energy
and abundance

the very idea seems
so out of synch now
could kill
to have
this all reframed