……over the edge

 

……it just doesn’t work

pick something up,

something else falls

tasks turn to battles

radio words turn to gibberish

triggers that somehow rhyme

some days…….

 

…… I wake at 5.45am

euphoric, as if surf has

dumped me on the beach,

can’t sleep so start early,

nervous with the drilling

because near electric cables

that goes OK, sawing too,

but when I slot two pieces together,

something breaks off

and then its glue and vices….

 

……everything seems to be a fight

nothing will sit right

I was getting along

then radio chat turned to mush again

and I am left painting

more flesh than wood

so take a break to eat

and fall asleep, and I mean fall!

Have no recollection of ‘ cast off’

just 2 hours lost…..

 

……more paint, front doors open

its not the fumes, took the med’s,

then more drama while washing

I find a lump that should not be there,

and some people wonder

what I do, some days…….

 

dwk.