Never to be 01:20
Surely it’s later than that
What with the ears ringing
And the frozen shoulder saying
Don’t forget it is I where it is at
Where the pain is at
To be, ever to be more precise
I pour out a pot of tea
From the flask
It might be warm
It is warm, but nourishing
No, I doubt that
So I will go home tomorrow
Either that
Or I will go half mad
To carry on
With these lunatic’s ravings
Earlier
At night stop two
After one hours sleep
I had a line to write
For that part of this broken brightness
It was exactly where the pain was at
To be, ever to be, more precise
