The Coincidence

Also sprach Zarathustra
is on the radio,
pop classical,
the other station went down,
with the tree de-lighting ceremony,
it must have pinballed in here
between the baubles.
Alight, I go a-lighting,
I have alighted from synthesis,
we should all have these 12 days,
honour some cracks in the canon,
I dunno,
can't we celebrate at the same time?
My station,
it comes back in when I'm near,
the staple in my chest and all that,
and seven years from now,
back in hospital again,
trying to type,
through a smear of morphine,
as the nurses howl,
and my ward mate blathers.