Four hours of sleep and I’m back writing rhyme;
My eyes are aching and my mind’s swimming
In a dark whirlpool. Glance up at the time…
In fifteen minutes I must stop writing.
I have to leave at six thirty a.m.
On this cold dark wet January morn
To test painkillers, to reassure them
That they are not harmful. My skin is torn
By needles injecting chili pepper
Substance into arms - ouch! - then two tablets
Of cannabis or placebo. Leper
You feel for a moment; then you think, ‘Let’s
Read a book of stories, or poetry,
Or hear some music on the MP3.
Thur 4 Jan 2007
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