did i ever?
being animal
being nose and groin
being astral
being asleep, wakeful
did i ever?
being pompous
and hungry
‘he’d hear a sweet-wrapper at a thousand paces’ –
being cunning
being underhand as foxes
as slugs
bristling with it
reeking of it
about three
less than
raw with the one truth
fearing dusk
overgrown with butterflies by the railway track
being blighted
hearing this one song
let me have
whatever it is
i am driven
to want but don’t need
stretched to a vanishing point
this body of greed
with no one to look up
and put their hand out
and say, calmly,
no, you’ll live,
me too, and i did
and they didn’t.