Hung-over from a past early night

(somewhere)

and the deficient marrow aches

of too much nothingness

intuitively lived and lied and felt

in headaches and yawning and stiffness

Today’s fortune is read in the mud

            at the bottom of yesterdays coffee

Swallowed in bitterness (repentance for threepence?)

Tempered with the loss of sensation

            a circular doorway brings as a constant

It was like a spell for a four year old

Turning off the lights

And turning around and around

Widdershins; without an opening

Or a prayer

Laughter in darkness

How cute?

The motion of the sun

In a hidden exit

          became the story of a life yet to be fucked up

But only after that day…

I don’t think I ever

              found my way out

Be dumb Leccie

Be stupid

Be dull and easy and clockwise

You won’t frighten people away

~ Leccie 2010