Me Today

My brain is on a pole approximately 80cm from my head;

there’s a dull ache in its place, and my thoughts are crossing the gap

                         at greatly reduced speeds.

My eyes are transmitting from a station on a nearby hill;

everything is drawn with broad black outline, so each object is more its shape

                                                                                   than itself.

My ears, however, are firmly in their place, and appear to have evolved

to the point that I am aware of collisions in the remotest regions of the universe;

            this, to me, is particularly unsettling.