Strung out for a couple of days
On Ketamine
And vodka

Can’t sleep
Pull up the chair
To an open window

4:17 pm
A shaking hand flicks
Ash from the window to a blue sky

And panic strikes
Like a parents hand
Across your face

Can’t bear this room
The feeling is mutual
So I walk

Past the hedgerow, the ditch
Find a spot in the long grass
I’m not sure when they found me

But it was summer then
And it’s autumn now
Your party’s were the best

Weren’t they?