Monday 10 March 2014

hostel memories, green snake

back here, in this hostel 
where I got it back 
alone, I had my back
some years ago
at present time I slack
off but against the sunset sky
the moon
the sheep at dusk 
I know there must
be so much more
much more, than this
------battle-scars
and a list
homesick for heaven
will I make it back 
before the gates close, a procession
of thoughts....my heart knows 
what my soul denies
       a hundred thousand rhymes
later
--- I'm still here
squirming like the green snake
in the grass -
         don't go blind