What Luck, Per Se...

[anirbas]

What a blessing...
What luck...
To wake up
different
than
you were
the day before...
To be an amnesia victim...

Not remembering...
The children you made...
Much less your home address;
the last time you had sex;
or ate marmalade
spread on a biscuit...

Gifted with the ability
to selectively and suddenly
forget cirumstance,
one's name, time and place...

No such luck for me...
Or would that be...
No rest for the wicked
or some such rot?

Each and everyday
I awaken remembering...
Exactly who I am and where
the hell I was the day before...
And the hell I was in when I was there...

[dawness]

whoaaa... i just saw this now, sabs. how can you make the ordinary so extraordinary???

[anirbas]

dark cryptic snicker...because my ordinary days, at this moment, would make most people blanche and hawk their cookies up from an anxiety attack...ggglgggl...come to think of it, where's my vomit bucket? tomb and hairball clotted laughter curls through the box...
just got sick re-reading my own brain gases and remembering why I wish to develop
the blessing of amnesia, per se...thanks a million, though...i make the ordinary so extraordinary? good to know, DG...good to know, trench buddy...