In the Night

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.