Maybe it's the caffeine - OpenTank O (O) ((O))

Maybe it’s the caffeine,
Maybe it’s not.
I can’t quite place
My attitude,
Waiting in bed
For the Resurrection
Of half a man
At least.
Maybe more.
Can’t say;
Can’t speak, either.
As far as I
Could throw myself,
All I see is
All I see.
I must be less than
When I started,
A star
In my own constellation.
Creaking eyelids
Bring me pain,
Burning the
Water on ice.
Jack Kerouac:
Where are you now?
How do your posies grow?
With telephone bells
And farmers’ dells
All lined up to be shot.

rjw, Fall ‘87