Desire

Where did all that time go
I sat to browse
While waters flowed
Falling and filling
Waiting for the overnight stench to dissipate
Sat chilling
A small beer in hand
Waiting sipping
Waiting

And now…

And now, it’s all so much later
Nearly too late
I want, need, need, want to soak
Soak and chill and sweat
Scalp prickle and skin sheen
Bitter bubbles hitting lips, tongue, throat…

Beer in hand
Book in hand

Make time flow slower…
… or the waters faster.

It's not so much I wandered
I wondered
and found myself else-when to where I thought I might have been
Amongst the pain
the suffering
blood
and more than one tear...
I was amongst the sweaty, the plain, the drab; and blending in;
blending in so well...
Rolling in bigotry and sexism, random libel,
spontaneous erroneous sticky labelling and witch-hunting;
indeed, burnt a few myself...
It's dark outside, and little light shines from within;
shadows of night infesting stagnant lobes;
lobes battered into autonomous mimicry of those grey grey folk that really really would be better off dead.
But still onward onward onward ever fucking onward…
I long for civilisation and culture to strip these chains;
Break
Broken
Chipped mug cast aside; stained in and out
Reality tannin; tanning my hide