My body jumps as a mailshot lands
quite loudly on the hallway floor
“Giving you what you want!’
Proclaims its headline.
The leaflet shows alcohol plus discount meats
not health and friends or inner peace.
A non-drinking vegetarian: I was unimpressed
at bold assumption’s impudence.
This occurred while sat upon the lavatory
struck by deja poo
sudden feelings I’d already been before.
I returned to the main room
there my notebook still lay open
and a recent entry asked:
“Sensing their power over us, might we expect
latent unconscious resentment
against our beloved?”
Since I endure life within a love-free zone.)
Continuing, I read three more…
“Those peeved at the insults of judgement
may prefer other people unraised.”
“Reducing unhappiness seems more viable
than pressured positivity.”
“If what we are results from what we’ve been,
why exactly were we that?
Is identity dependant on ungrasped knowledge
of the past?”
Being prey to disconnected thoughts
written down for respite
I mutter “Cogito ergo bum”
in vague frustration
so heading kitchenward
avoiding all involvement with the mirror:
that getting drawn
by visual faults too
a critic’s eye.
Because my face
remained one problem
mind alone had
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