Babe in the night

the straight blue line in the night, I remember,
the fall, stiff metal, sagging skin, weakened bones,
a voice in the cold shadows come through the chill,
a body a heap of faded memory, a fogged addled mind,
the first glimpse into dying, the lamb leaps to escape.

my right leg hasn't touched a floor in 2 weeks

sound is like this shower

make believe rain

I haven't had in days

when I imagine gray skies

in the afternoon

alternating to blue skies

when I wake

and drop these pills,

the ice therapy lasts 20 minutes,

I can't count past 10 without drifting

and it feels like some

other clear daydream day

before I wake, maybe it's

the length of a television 

program broken 

by commercial advertisements,

these are the most important questions at this time;

and with that it isn't clear if I'm

some sorry cripple scribbling 

on the back of his hand
counting off
one
two