I am damned

I am damned

Words boil out

Erupting ectoplasm

I am lost without rancour

I wear skin

Like a leather jacket

Handed down by

My older brother

It is split and creased

From too much wear

Not enough care

Baggy trousers

I pull everything tight

Around my skeleton

Wear a belt

Rattle the chains

Roll downhill

It will be harder

To climb back up

I am not Sisyphus

Though I knew him well

Enough

A fool to himself

Honest to god

Spit the words out

Choke on them

Stuck in the throat

Without direction

Too much bile

Turns the world sour

I should

Say nothing if it is not pretty

It is not my fight

It is everyone's

I dance around a lamppost

With too much ale

It is a Maypole

In December

I am always looking

For excuses

To fall down

It is to be expected in the

Lower classes

Break the glass

Stand me up

Sit me down

We were not designed

To be on our knees

It is why we

Are the silverbacks

And great apes

Are an endangered species

Who are lost

In the mist.