Lifeus Interruptus

I've only got one good ankle
left.
Well, the right but only one
left.
Broke the tip of my fibula
Can't walk,
Can't climb,
Can't work,
just lay.
Lay all day.

I sit with Buk,
catching up on old times.
Got some Joyce
and some old religious texts.
Pills and prostration
and boredom.
I thought about drinking -
you can at least do that while seated stationary,
but instead I cooked an omelette.
Took me darn near an hour
as I hopped around
like a retarded
roo.

So hey, if you need me
you'll find me here
getting fat on raw cacao
and
dreaming of handholds
on
high.


I would be remiss if I resisted.