I Know

I Know

That every new notch in my rifle will be

underrated until I arrive, dead. I will never

court fame, never manage to gather people

round me in crowds, on or off line. I know

that I love wine, and it helps in the short term.

I know I won’t self-destruct, because it would have

happened by now. I know I have friends, unenvious,

coping with my dissociation, an incredible son

who has seen me lie down in traffic, and try to

get him to do the same.

I know that as soon as I get well enough, I will

be dragged back into a system that will make me ill.

I know that everything has already happened, and that

this won’t be believed. My planet is ruled by me. You

rule your planet. I don’t find that hard to conceive.

I know that the derelict is as important as the famous,

that celebrity is nothing, and that generous friends,

family and animals are worth more than anything.

First published on The Stare’s Nest, 2015