A Simicly

'It's a beautiful day but I don't believe it'
someone should say as they emerge
over their particular breakfast

far from that instant ago
when while sleeping
they made themselves laugh.

What was the joke? Their lover
has forsaken them and works
the worst sort of ritual

seasons are as brief as song.
Things happen to the body while
we're busy looking elsewhere

-none of them worth mentioning.
None of them worthy
of the noble, sometimes disgusting

cast of our mind (at least
as we imagine it).
Awakenings our riot-shield...

The joke was verbal, thus absurd,
lost. The eggs runny. Who would have
thought we'd make something of this.