It’s going to hurt in the morning
When your
stumbling
life
has become the tumultuous poetry that you dread.
And maybe it’s not supposed to
make sense; but really,
it’s
supposed to!
NOT the
churning, tumbling obfuscation
You’ve terminally come to accept —
(hesitatingly, begrudgingly perhaps)
as the hum-drum daily activities
that you wish you could take for granted -
BUT that beautiful instant of
indescribable
glory where
whatever you’d remembered, you forgot
and the opposites proved true
as the Law of Gravity
plummeted
into
empty
space
and some number
that is key to every problem you
“plug and chug”
becomes a name
that you know you should never dispose of.
But the name’s on the tip of your
TONGUE
and you choke on your
breath
until the pressure BURSTS
the cavity in your brain
and the chaos that you fear becomes order
as the hum-drum day becomes
EXTRAORDINARY
because the world turned upside-down
and left you standing
where you were.
So while the hurt becomes cheer in a
different perspective,
you stumble right-side up
and from this side of the looking-glass
the morning doesn’t
seem so
intimidating
after all.