"My barn having burnt down, I could now see the moon"
I am here
this is enough
like the last seed pushes
through the rougher rough.
Want, desire, need
abstract things I
no longer bleed.
This apple now in my mouth.
I am here.
Piss, shit, breath and spit.
I lounge and loafe.
There is no longer any
getting on with it.
For others there
the buzz of progress, nicer hair.
I lift my glass.
I walk not there.
I am here.
This is enough.
Like the glistening tired ant pulls
the large leaf through the rough.
It doesn’t matter if
the air con is kaput
the car got scratched
or the wine ain’t chilled.
It doesn’t matter.
Don’t matter if
the dog went on the carpet
or the DOW’s up or down.
Don’t matter if
there’s an earthquake
or you won the Super 7.
It doesn’t matter.
No worries about
missing that 9am meeting
drinking too much
drinking too little
no mayo in the fridge
a bad back
a better world.
It doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter if
the bus is late or
Sunnis are killing Shias
Shias are killing Sunnis
Israelis exterminating Gazans
or
Justin Bieber is doing time.
Don’t matter if
you are this or aren’t that
don’t matter
if the dog got your cat
or the cat got your tongue.
It doesn’t matter
if your mother-in-law
hates your guts
or the plane’s delayed.
Don’t matter if
your bank balance is $.1.15
or the remote is broke.
Doesn’t matter if
you don’t finish this poem
or even do.
It doesn’t matter.
Why?
It doesn’t matter.