BEDREST

BEDREST
　
Sometimes I catch a glimpse of my feeble input.
I vegetate in front of T.V pulp.
I go to bed and get up and go to work to hide from having found no real or meaningful outlet
But loneliness has changed from adversity to normality.
In solitude we have no need to impress.
I have become a being who is content with a torment free existence.
I am content to be content.
Where are my massive appetites now?
　
All my life I have been motivated by cinematic notions .
Practical and sensible plans leave me cold.
If I buy a car its because of the associations evoked by its dashboard or bonnet
And nothing whatever to do with fuel consumption or performance.
　
When I was a soft, round boy I had a psychedelic sloppy Joe
But I don’t remember who knitted me it.
I was more resolved then to both do and not do things with a nails in the palms intensity that stealth has robbed me of. There you see neurosis is our Damon, our inner and guiding light and to be well rounded and evenly balanced is apathy and atrophy.
Hale the barking mad. Hale!…Hale!……………….Hale you feverish and frantic souls you!
　
Being alright comes to us all if we’re not vigilant
Some of us know where we‘re coming from and where we‘re going but that doesn‘t last.
We mostly end up muttering trivia to those woolly, bar propped individuals we set out to wake up.
Watch out .for bewilderment. Watch out for the epidemic of mediocrity.
And run from bed rest like you are fleeing from the talons of Harpies.
Always keep a belly full of butterflies.
And check the power of your punches and kicks like an air guitarist but don’t get caught because its important they think you’ve become a Morlock.
　
　
　
TIM SANSOM 10 TH DECEMBER 2009