Tuesday Poem by Dele Meiji

In My Mornings

In my mornings

I dream of a bullet through the head
Ironic/To dream of pain to be Pain’s release.

A wound to speak of/Sound release
From an abstraction of Hell
Made real in my head.

My thoughts/Supreme
Deny reality

Two eyes, two legs, two hands, a dick-
A mouth to speak/A skull, and everything in between

Yet/ And yet/And yet/ My head is not it seems
anchored to the real.

I hear this is how things are/Before the help of death’s release
Or the happy surprise of waking up instead

I smile/Take in the pounding of my heart/ Still the racing brook of my thoughts
And decide/ To try another day.

Dele Meiji, July 2017

This poem originally bore another title and has been changed at the request of the author

September 2019