#2,419 This is my starting
This is my starting – my ritual
act of a daily composition – in
my woke hour of slow revival
from another rig of dreams &
half-fiction relapses – no slew
of drug residue [to arc reverie
into a plot-twist of facts] – not
until my illness behests it – In
my sleep auld whores parade
around me – I won’t pay them
with namings – rates fall with
ageing [a few extra pounds in
all her wrong places] – They’ll
gloss by mid-morning as acts
obscure my conjuring of false
recalls – another coat applied