Walking past the spot on the street where
The old guy died
Laying there after being hit
The car nowhere to be seen
I feel this small thing
Inching down my neck into my chest
I can’t recall which one it is
There are more and more
Nowadays
Old age shit
Summer pills, winter pills
Oils, lotions and
godknowswhat
There used to be mornings
Get up
Brush teeth and get dressed and
Get the fuck out of the house
But as my temples fade to grey
More bottles
Jars
Things and bits are needed
Before key turns lock
It can all feel like needing a shield
Against the big bad outdoors
Oh I forgot the eye drops
Too
The road there now has fresh white
Crossing lines painted down
And a new island in the middle
I guess someone has to die for
something good to be done around
Here
He was laying there under
Somebody’s jacket
Ambulance on route but you could tell
He was already gone
8.30am so he didn’t get to wherever
He was headed
The pill finds its way down
I stop to buy a coffee to help it on the way.