Experiment 13
Unfathomed Depth
Unfathomed Depth
I have a cavity in a tooth,
It pains me today.
A spot of ink adorns
The end of my nose;
My pen has attacked me again.
My lips are flecked with words
Like old men's grey spittle.
My errands are legion
And my boots idle,
My ideas like fevers
And my will in a dream.
I look out on the morning,
Paint over my window,
And conclude unfathomably,
As my stomach concurs avidly,
That today the only matter of gravity
Is my cavity.
John Cording.