the sea is roaring this morning

out there in the dark

the moon a massive

spotlight behind the trees

every day I stumble

over lumps in the tarmac

on inconsequential weeds

thorns catch my skin

to say

not like that you dweeb

you think I’d’ve learnt by now

nobody sees

cup hands around the flame

hope and greed

looking to smelt something

shape the need

wind whips and flows away

across the headland like wild

thoughts twisting untamable why

tiredwired rushing whatisit allfor

bloodpooling walking running, meeting, driving, trains

pause. and that’s where life could be