a bed full of feathers

I cancel tomorrow.
and the next day too.
i'm bored
with life. my eyes have
glazed over.
my heart
beats
slowly
under the October sun.
I imagine
being on the moon.
or mars.
or some distant planet
yet named.
i could easily
or on a silver ship
travelling through
the black
clarity of space.
I find that sleep is of
no help
and the daylight hours
linger on,
linger on, linger on.
but there is hope.
i will arrive
soon.
i'll get there. please be
there when i do,
with gin
and tonic in hand
and a bed full of feathers
to lie in.