Words are washing over me
in pleasant waves of conversation
streams of endless information
flowing to the empty sea
dreams are drifting carelessly
on wings of broken promises
elusive wispered images
in sleepy draughts of reverie
vacant smiles evaporate
from faces hung with tired expressions
twisted chains of thought, obsessions
decorative opiates
routine cares like cold compresses
shrink the time and slow the pace
the anaesthetic, mindless trace
of consciousness as it undresses
nothing here that makes no sense
no scents to stimulate the senses
squatting under false pretences
no-one claiming recompense
words are washing over me
do I pretend to welcome dawn
or find the energy to yawn
and swallow up this lethargy
fallow fingers of attention
sow the seeds of dissolution
drowning in my own pollution
gagging
choking
past redemption
worlds are washing over me
a fade of flashdance fire beneath the soporific sea...
