Today he only wants to drink

perchance to dream

but not to think

 

Today he picks the scab anew

to make it clean

like surgeons do

 

Today he shuns his injury

to feel it like

it used to be

 

Today he peels his memory back

sticks his fingers

in the black

 

Today he does away with words

what use of those

that never heard

 

Today he digs his pockets deep

to spend the hours

he cannot sleep

 

Today he sees his various self

where he left them

on the shelf

 

Today he dives into his pool

and knows himself

to be the fool

 

Today the day is all too much

he cannot stand

without his crutch

 

Tomorrow comes with wound and bruise

and more torment

he’ll never loose