I Lie Like Denzo’s Glasses

I lie like Denzo’s glasses – bent, one wing
snapped, still useable but only half as true as
when with two – but I can’t make do; my head

is in another place another time and the things
I’m thinking never last. I make a start on tasks
I have in mind and wake to find I’m way beyond

solution, so I wander with an aimless gait, pace
by pace; I knew my place with surety until today.
I might be dead, I feel distressed and short of breath,

asleep again at 3pm – awake to write at 3am my
time’s reversed. I need a light, a voice that isn’t
mine to guide, a friendly hand. Yes, yours will do...
© 12 May 2007, I.D. Carswell

For Dennis Neader, who (despite his non-prescription glasses)
sees things easily