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
