My world is full of old and dusty things
and I am on a mission to edge myself
back toward some kind of order.
I am leaving in the morning,
through sunken lanes and dreams:
offroad, off grid and off my head.
What blood is this? Whose geography?
Everybody knows that if it’s true
I am on a hiding to nothing.
‘We salute your persistence
but if you have stolen the sun
please return it ASAP.’
Rupert M Loydell