I lie back
And watch
The light dance
On the wet
Of my eyelids,
I smoke
The damp
Winter air
And hum
Like a heater,
Stretching
The cramp
From my toes
As my restless
Legs quiver,
Daydreaming
Of a home that
Never happened
In a time that
Never was,
In a cloud
Of my own making,
In a soft
And humid daze,
Here where
Everything
Touches something,
Recoils then
Inches back,
Lost in
Staged transitions,
Deconstructing
Hindsight’s
Past.
High on believing
Because they’ve
Lowered the ceiling,
Drunk and healing
As we steal our adventures,
The treasured realisation
Everything’s better blurred
And far away from the herds.
Overworked insects
Wade through the hot summer air
Hanging onto breath,
Daylight fibrillates
Through apple white cotton blinds
As eyelids quiver,
Soft wet excuses
Glazing each subtle tremor
And sepia blink.
Well packed knick knacks,
Soundtrack playback,
Bushwhacked sad sacks,
Six-packed hunchbacks,
Prozac throwbacks,
Worn hacks get slack,
The room is filled with greed.
Pub snack hijack,
Smokestack feedback,
Jet-lagged ice packs,
Tick tack wisecracks,
Brain lacks comebacks,
Face smacked flashbacks
And loosened memories.
Slacker Shack