Who is like dog?

February 1, 2012

That.

It has always been there.
It has been there since birth.
It was there while standing at the window,

crying for mum after afternoon sleepytime.

It is the reason for coffee addiction.
It is the reason for compulsive sex.
It is the
iridescent,
convalescent,
obsolescent,
ever-present
black and
really, really
dark, dark
grey
that won’t
fuck off
no matter how many times
it
is asked.
It is unknown what it is.
It is unknown what ‘it’ is.
It is unknown what “it” is.
So don’t ask. Don’t ask.

All there is to do is
dim down the lights,
get drunk,
get sexed,
turn the volume of the music up
while the volume of it
gets turned down
and hope it’s gone tomorrow.

It never is.
Persistent little it.