LETTER C

i woke up this morning
thinking of letter c
(some word probably lost in a half remembered dream)

tried to figure out
what c ever had to do with today
or yesterday
but had zero idea from start to end.

easier it is to think of things
right here -red in the face
black in truth -real.
than to be dragged in some
lost thoughts over nothing.
better it is to rage over
a school pub closed down
in name of hiding the truth -
while a foul-mouthed monster
sits in an office, dreaming a better devil.

nothing ever satisfies
more than raging over what's real.