The Man Who Lost & Found His Moustache, Part 4: Free At Last

I came adrift in time
around the end of 1999
and I’ve yet to fall back to earth
I’m lost to float in temporal anomaly
where gravity’s in flux, nothing has value, and
morality blurs in digital equation, a void to avoid,
this twenty-first century world is not my home
I came adrift in time
around the end of 1999
I thought I wanted this but I want that,
grew my hair and lost it, broke bones that heal
in webs of scar tissue that never eradicate
heard bands seismic loud and yelled ‘louder’
I knew Cold War, Vietnam, LSD, Seas Of Storm,
I’m the stranger who rose through rages to richness
howled venom at dark moons in solar eclipse
swore blood-oaths to causes for which I kill and die,
scratch the heathen earth and touch the sky,
loved drunk on lust across skins, cultures and genders
with tongues and sweat and sweet sweet body-fluids
in a roaring hunger to devour each throbbing pulse,
but this twenty-first century void is not my home
I came adrift in time
around the end of 1999,
yet I’ve still not had enough
all I want is more…

 

Andrew Darlington

 

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By Andrew Darlington

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