jubilant prophecy

today I had a letter from insurance which said effectually I must not sleep must not use pills which make sleep come the way it used to come when standing up to put the cigarettes away was not a chore                 no nicotine no alcohol no sex no doubts about life’s movement from deprivation to the last tobacco on my lips starved now for a kiss not allowed before there’s nothing more to take away except my car                                some other insurance group will point that out while I read articles about the guy (actually he’s a doc) who’s pretending he can fix it so we’ll all live past 100 years               won’t that be grand?