It seems we walked
For hours,
Though I don't know for sure
Because you had the pocket
Watch and all I had
Were my clumsy rabbit
Feet.
I forget before that;
If I showed up late
Or if the God damn
Dormouse ever actually
Said anything at all.
I forget after that too;
Why we were walking
So late.
Maybe we were looking
For the Dormouse,
But I can't remember
If it was ever even there
To begin with.
I turn up late
& apologise.
They say:
It's a good thing
You're good
And I say: this
Is the only thing
I am good at
So they say:
That can't be true,
Surely.
And I don't say anything
But the jolly meditator
In my mind
Tells me: only our views
Are good or bad;
Pleasure and pain
Are only in the brain
I want to tell him
That he doesn't know
What he's talking about
But I start to worry again.
Television was a baby
I strove to entertain.
It slept in black static
When it wasn't screaming,
And I lay without covers
On the living room floor
To monitor its breathing.
I was the sick insomniac
Who didn't love it anymore.
Heretics pluck the guts
Of an elephant and cry out
That there is no god.
See here, they say,
Evolution in the bowels
Of the beast.
And I used to think them
So holy in their skin.