I am here
this is enough
like the last seed pushes
through the rough.
Want, desire, need
abstract things I
no longer bleed
the apple now in my mouth.
I am here
piss, shit, breath and spit
I lounge and loaf,
there is no longer any
getting on with it.
For other there’s
the buzz of progress, nicer hair.
I lift my glass
I walk not where.
I am here
this is enough
like the glistening ant pulls
the large leaf through the rough.
