Disaster disaster

I wake up in the morning

Empty headed and light

Give myself a few moments

Till my brain sets itself right

And then I think of nothing but disaster, disaster

It’s all disaster disaster

I think of all I’ve done

And I think of all I said

The greatest catastrophies

Of anyone living or dead

I set my hair into a quiff

The mirror asks pertinent what ifs

And everything just seems to spell disaster.

Disorder

I don’t wear glasses but everybody thinks I do.

It’s like that episode of Friends.

I’m super proud of 2020 vision

So I know how that story ends.

And I listen to Spotify and ignore the earphone noise warning

Thinking Nick Cave would never hurt me.

Because he is soft and warm and sad

Like a perfect herbal tea.

I keep playing tennis even when my wrist hurts

Or when the Wii tells me to take a step outside.

I drink the coffee cold and black

I wait until the heat has died.