This Bluish Morgue -Rev. & Original

This Bluish Morgue [Revised]

Keep walking - though bones clack in
my leg - while dry, legal phrases have
me hacking at tufts of my hair, - which

resembles the infamous Donald Trump
coif; and after taking ergotamine for a
migraine that kept me insomniac last

night, & risking gangrene, should vaso-
constriction in my head continue into
fingers, toes and legs; I’m flummoxed

by things like adversarial proceedings -
& declaring nothing to report in my sad
self-assessment, it makes for absence

of existential justification to anchor me
to the world while slowly drifting in a sea
of rising and ebbing depression; my only

certainty is that my hacked-off hairstyle
reminds of a convict lifestyle - as befits
a hapless civil servant like me yearning

for the ability to feel enthusiasm - and
passion for something - clinging to the
symbolism of the rising sun converting

this bluish morgue of an office block
into a golden promise -
for tomorrow…

[I like both versions, each evokes a different
feeling, thus I'll keep both versions to muse
upon...]


[ORIGINAL:]

Keep walking through bones clacking
in my leg while dry legal phrases have
me hacking at wayward tufts of my hair
which resemble the infamous Donald
Trump coif, after taking ergotamine for
the migraine that kept me insomniac last
night & risking gangrene should vaso-
constriction in my head continue unto
fingers, toes and legs; I’m flummoxed

By things like adversary proceedings;
declaring nothing to report in my sad
self-assessment makes for absence of
existential justification to anchor me to
the world while slowly drifting in a sea
of rising and ebbing depression; my only
certainty is that the hacked-off hairstyle
reminds of a convict lifestyle as befits
a hapless civil servant like me yearning

For the ability to feel enthusiasm and
passion for something - clinging to the
symbolism of the rising sun converting
this bluish morgue of an office block
into a golden promise for tomorrow…

[Wednesday 25 April 2018]