poem by Ken Peters: long night’s journey into day

perfection turns up
at 4 a.m.
demanding attention
okay, for a while
I can do that
exact angle of a shower
purity of a shampoo
absolution of a close shave
but all devolves
blood sugar will out
there’s insistent rain on a tin roof
in this aluminum palace
I take to my chipboard throne
perfect in my account
and my posture
by the numbers
emptying ashtray and mind
awaiting glucose
and dawn