i’m in a sitcom

i’m swimming in the harbour

my limbs lose function

circular logic

you can’t concede to yourself

this isn’t over

on the radio

you struggle reading adverts

wordplay falling flat

my lab up in flames

attacked by a giant wasp

mondays! am i right?

it knows everything

knows where you’re vulnerable

knows all your secrets

some minutes later
i notice i’m on fire
the rain never comes

i can keep cleaning

but the mould will always win

it will outlive me

i’m not welcome here

i have nowhere else to go

scratching at the door

having faith in doubt
all metaphysical thought
stems from fear of death

wake in an orchard

sunlight breaks through the branches

grass between my toes

there is no bus home
everyone singing a song
that i didn’t know

some minutes later
i notice i’m on fire
the rain never comes

a turn of the wheel

one more solar rotation

please keep on living

and that is?