Very much, I want
to write something really grand
and deep
and profound.
Something that will make
the reader gasp at its erudition
But, so often,
we don't get what we want.
So, what is it that I need?

Been travelling rogue
It lights my tongue on fire, it
Suits me well, i find

Now,
In light of past dawns there is

bound to be no horizon (there are
   birds
                         up
            flocking
                                         ­    into
space)

Stragglers
p
      l
   u  m
  m
e
        t

down and one
lands on my
toes.

Watch me diss a p
pe a  r     s
     o eas
y

li ke  s
     tr a nger
         sto a   ju ng
                             le

Brackish thing,
with waves for eyes,
winks steely blue under
moonlight, manlight.

Addiction comes again,
Cogitation fuels the yearner,
A soaked rag petting skin
As a bellow stokes ember.

Endorphins, tastes tripping on the tongue
Just a little,
Wet lips cracking with electric spume
For a piffling sip of ambrosia.

Want needs emptiness
When it is full of gluttony.
A ***** drop falls
rippling in the blood of energy.

Racing, flipping, falling through pages to the darker side of your emotions and it eats away at the better part of yourself until you're all but sand.

Sand left desiccated and burning
for a cold withdrawal of the tide.