A Sorbet’s View

after a day where targets
set in painless years were
met with ease I still feel cheated
there are a thousand things
needing attention – there
always were, it is a cheap
panacea which suggests
you’re on top of everything

but I don’t feel let down
so much as depleted
by the way in which this
simulation of the latest craze
etches memos to mortality
am I supposed to feel like
a king who was cheated
by his subjects – or a fool

not that there’s much to
discern one from the other
in my way of thinking
I’m not happy being singular
in this derivation of autonomy
I’d rather be dependent on a
sorbet’s view of permanence
than abstract misery
© 30 June 2009, I. D. Carswell