The cerebral rules
gut absent, missing
core connection
dis-connected
use the core, they say,
and I think, how?
where?
there is that nagging voice
small and muffled
judging and preachy
right, mostly. right.
I tend to ignore her,
douse her in wine
just let me get on with this
– I don’t care what you think-
how has that gone?
it’s autumn
I’ve got no winter destination
I’ve got no peaches canned in the pantry
I’ve got no retirement plan.
only the roof leaking
and endless leaves to rake
and rodents scuttling
in my crumbs
listen.
I haven’t listened