wandering down this light street

 wandering

                    down

   this

    light

     street

wandering down this light street 

in the darkening slow of thought

unrecognising the recognisable 

the time confused and naught 

a thought in no order no pain 

that i see no problem either way

whichever turn i take away 

the thought that this soft confusion 

did i say naught is thought 

this confusion is hurting just wee bit a now

seems i need another draught 

of the elixirs of light and cosy

lazy hazy down and soft

and cosy this lighted corner

now if i could get around in just

 a few minutes i know if can break

through the heavy what ever 

is pressing its needs upon me

and the voices of the lovelies 

and the nurses once again

with the beauty of the last needle