For Ian (and Twist)

There are moments in days
when the total craziness
of being a mess of flesh,
bones, fat and shit,
bundled together
by skin,
makes you
hold your heavy
skull and brain
in your hands
and know nothing except
you want to stop
yourself,
the grimly determined machine.
Luckily,
or not,
these moments pass quickly
and you go back to
eating tuna and tomatoes
and drinking coffee from a bleak yellow mug
and pushing back insanity
as you wait for 5pm.