2011/02/25 Corpse In My Chair Poem by Margaret Alice

In the black hole, right in, usually I’m outside,
pulling back before losing my balance, lately it
worked to repeat a positive mantra and hold onto
a talisman - but today I fell right in

Repeating the mantra is not working, lost my talis-
man, cannot find it anywhere after sinking completely,
suffocating in the black emptiness, rising with a few
bubbles, enough to cast about for a means

To return to the surface - finding none, I remain in one
spot, nobody realises what is going on, I cannot reach
out to them from the black hole caught in total darkness,
at least Die Lustige Witwe is playing in my ears

Bringing my mind back from complete oblivion – never
again shall I remain caught for so long as I used to be
as a child, though I can only turn pages and look at
pictures, I trust that the tide will turn

Rational thoughts will return, numbness will stop, then,
though suffering the consequences of neglect, I shall
catch up on my life and work, till then there will be a
corpse in my chair...