I will be okay.

I will be okay.

I know it

You say I don’t

I have more to lose

More to hold on to

But it feels not.

There is a bottom

It is covered in fish glue

I am stuck fast

Heavy scales cover my eyes

There is a wanton

Cast to my reduction

I am dissolute

The reek of spirits

Follows in my wake

The floor is no friend

If I lie for a thousand years

There will be no respite

From the obscenity of corruption.

I am brought low

Every tree grows higher

They might well be mountains

Blackbirds crow

From the canopy

Happy to watch for a while

Before flying away

With more to do

Than keeping cavey

To poor bladder control.

One chirpy chappie

Looks askant

Like an errant schoolboy

Waiting for permission

To take leave

He keeps a weather eye

On my slow progress.

The earth moves,

It undulates,

Pitching me forward

Into the arms of decline

And I know

Whether you agree

Or not

I am lost.