Nobody knows me

Nobody knows me

Nor I them

We are strangers

Floating in relation

I had a body

Once upon a time

It seems to me

We all did.

Nothing accounts for poor taste

Pluck out thine own eyes

For never seeing true.

Warm flesh

Is more than we deserve

For being so wilful

With the slippage

Time is

Time was

Everything happens at once

Or not at all.

Drink up

Take a tipple

Everything looks better

After a pint.

After three

It matters not.

All the old towns

Have gone

Pretty me up

Take a picture

There are stories here

Bodies buried beneath the rubble.

The wastage

Is of consequence

If only you give it time

To register

As the better part

Of being