ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 3
8/25/09
it was hot like this
my first day too
chickens expired in their coop
people consoled themselves
with the thought of september
the clouds which refused us rain
were said to be the most beautiful of the summer
as they sailed by
I couldn't put anything into words
I was all about sensation
and flapping my arms around
having no place to keep memories
I was likely to forget the day
as soon as it happened
nor could I look ahead and imagine
that tomorrow would be a better day
or a worse one
no one could teach me a thing
probably I cried wholeheartedly
and ate and shat and slept
the sleep would have been
the same as waking
no difference between
things I dreamed
and things I saw
all unformed too new to be bizarre
there! I would have said to myself
if I had had speech or a self
to speak to
that's number one and now
on to number two or whatever it is that's next