Fear like a spooked horse
I’m the tan one with the dip dye tail
wrapped in the sleeping bag.
Footsteps echo around the tent
Amongst lugubrious eucalypts.
I’ve never felt more joyful at the throat of fear.
Pig eyed I roost amongst the clutter of
Sleeping bodies
Ignorantly waiting’s for dawns slaughter
Of nights anticipation
That wakens me from the endless slumber of day.
Torch spills through scarlet skin
Before snatching sleep invades
And quenches the great and sighing secret sorrows of darkness.
Never has such smoke been so startling, so perspicacious,
The anchor of my hidden self, so blue.