Heed

the named storm wakes me
with its whistles and drones

I sit here listening
trying to remember its name

I forget
but did I really take much notice

so of course I haven’t forgotten
if its name passed me by

That crack in the ceiling
that scar in my mind
that sinking
… softness of you

once

it’s futile
there’s nothing to remember
nothing to forget

nothing

but once

A parched breath of morning

my brain is dead
a numbskull
an imbecile
a rotting lump of lard

it wakes this morning
in the throes of emptiness
it has drank my coffee
and nibbled a nibble

it has opened the curtains
dived in the shower
drank another coffee
and nibbled another nibble

so here it is
writing an empty thing
a parched breath of morning
a slice of cake
without the cream!