splat #17

17 is a prime number
anna reminds me
as the tuff ape attempts
a construct of the self
look this monkey's gone
to heaven if hope becomes
past tense
shit what if it were
and i was the dauphin
on the eve of battle
self-medicating on wine
and pride and the loser
of night clicks the light
on like a thought
bubble above my head
and the laff
track of my life
was in perpetual loop