Some Heavy Morning Some Sky Will Ring
Steve Parkermomentarily that this event of eating breakfast
in a cafe alone (where no one else was
and where there was no signof their ever having been)
was almost a perfect experience of life in itself and now
briefly he allowed himself to smile down at the table
though it shook him to do itand it was quiet now in his head
but then he changed and those things he conveyed
so easily into his mouth
these
sick saccades appeared alien and vile
and he wondered really aboutreally about
it was only ten minutes to walk
from here to a station
where transports could be arranged
to carry his body home
but he didn’t know if he could make itwith such gathering of sexual uncertainty
as swept over him nowhe flung it from him
walked out of the room shoutingthey would hold this against him, no doubting
such conventions as he were flouting
he clutched at his genitals as he went
and slavered into the street wherewith great clouting and shouting
the car hit
and he sprayed for thirty metres
until he hit a tree
which took his head off
removing all ambiguity about the mattershit
he said
for the final time
I’ve lost my fucking headI’m now all spatter
and I wonder
does it all mattermost important meal of the day
they say
with cloudmouths of grey
don’t they, hey?
© Jon Zowalki