And Gravity’s a son of a bitch.
In fact, The Struggle and Gravity
are Bad Luck and Trouble’s bastard
twins – the result of a sultry summer
liaison on that beach near Guadalajara
where they shared more than a pitcher
of margaritas one afternoon and ended
up panting together under the very same
ceiling fan. Hell, yes, The Struggle is real –
real as the way either More or Less gets old
as tossing and turning inside twisted sheets
while Recurring Secret Dream takes its time
sucking off all the breath you’ll ever have.
Imagination’s real, too. How else could it
bury you beneath the way it makes Every Day
a viscous plod of going nowhere at the speed
of Refrigerator Light? But The Struggle? Well,
it’s reality not checked at the door, reality twice
warmed over, reality heavy as Gravity on a bender
halfway between Pretty Damned Good and Gone.