What life is this

Bile and coffee grounds

morning’s bitter inheritance

The damned pub is closed

until 11:00 or later

And what day is it anyway

Life has grown time-lapsed

the heavens simply spin

upon an axis invisible

And what month is it anyway

Wars, and rumors thereof

Mounting crises all about

And what year is it anyway

Childhood’s vivid tapestry

Sorry, I’ve forgotten your name

And what life is this anyway