The dark has got into me
the weather has got into me,
all of it,
I’d rather watch than write.
Too late, the lament has already begun.
Because you’re chock full of ambition
and I’m flat on my back, languishing on some uninhibited island
somewhere, full of surprised lizards, frog-hopper nymphs and cuckoo spit.
And I don’t know precisely how long it’s going to take, or
even if I’d like to return at all.
so happy today
I could really let myself go
without giving a shit
what the neighbours think
on either side