Pull The Trigger Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Remarkable, what outstanding luck, just when the idiocy
of translating a useless press release is finished, there
comes another one, no wonder life seems so bleak tonight,
the impending French test contains repetitive sentences
that lead to despair, a diagnosis of a degenerative disease
of the joints add to my joy, an amazing day, floundering
from one catastrophe to another

I need to escape into sleep, a dream, change into a fictitious
character and go out and do things I love, from giving long
speeches on my favourite subjects to singing the songs I adore
at the top of my voice, feeling handcuffed to a reality that lost
all the charm of fantasy and remains grey and dull, is not my
idea of fun, just fighting my way through the thorns of texts
I do not love and the fire-blowing dragons of self-doubt

Is more than enough, to have boredom and painful joints
added to the potent mixture might just pull the trigger
to make the world spin out of control…


15 April 2061