Exhausted in Fitzroy.

When I arrived in Fitzroy
Filled with coasts and planes.
And trips of every kind..
I felt my organs hanging in fatigue
White clanging in my head
Pulse thudding in my simpering veins...
My skin a snakey flaking thing ,
My face ...a senile reptileʼs grin
Down drooping lizard lids ...small leather hoods
The half moons were drawn across my tired eyes.

There was a lack of polish in the air...
The day plain dull and heavy,
Full of cloud and New World damp
Oozing the sap of ancient climes
Onto the curve of large leafed boughs...
The home to every half crazed singing bird
Above the ‘absinthe drinkers’
Dreaming Dream Songs of Yesterday
Down on the corner of the street below.

Its all unnecessary in every way and I can hardly think .

I lay on my slim bed..white sheet and beside lamp
Feeling the throb of feet and head.

The quiet ceiling bland and blank
Melts gently back into my mind.
As Nyx gives birth to Hypnos
And on the sea of Galene
I drift off with Morpheus by my side..

Kristine Byrne Melbourne...2010