What Else - The Micronaut

And I’ve gone silver in my travels, growing silver in my sideburns,

I’m starting to unravel.

Heard my heartbeat on a downhill, I counted eighteen on my pulse as Kilrenny

Church struck three for three o’clock.

What else?

And you said twelve years in retirement.

The hours go by like sips of water.

The record lies unbroken, and no doubt, it’s white flour in my diet.

It’s going to be the death of me, sweet drumroll for those embittered big ideas.

It’s such a waste of all that I had.

What else?

You mentioned bats in the attic, so now you’re lifting up the tiles to get

around these conservation rules.

I walked down in the basement.