Sheeda's patented hangover remedy

part of the problem was
that, once consciousness was regained
and a modicum of sanity could be aspired to,
an unpleasant memory insinuated itself,
quite innocuously at first,
into the raw-silky fabric of his
alternative reality and proceeded,
without so much as a by-your-leave,
to render meaningless any spiritual gains
accrued in the course of the ritual sleep-off.

past the sacramental staircase,
beyond the reach of time travellers,
under cover of darkness,
in full view of long-distance infra-red scopes
trained in the general direction of
truth, justice and a moral victory,
he raised both arms in supplication,
letting out one long, immensely satisfying burp,
followed by a pitch-perfect rendition in pashtu
of dylan's original i shall be free.


minos - sep 2013