Well, we’ll see that job done
Then get together and have some fun!

I wake up in the middle of the night
My feet are heavy, and my head is light
I stagger down stairs to have a piss
I wiggle around and scratch my ass
There is a ringing in my ears
I drink from a glass
I’m worse than I seem
And better than I am
My head is in the dream
My heart is in a jam
Fighting a catharsis
A mental enema
Can leave you with a hunger.

That body and mind are split
Is an underlying assumption
How do we relate creation
To this, your consumption?
And the increasing pace
Of the changing face
How do we cope?
Now we’ve hung the Pope?



© Copyright Christopher J. Hudson (1997)