Crashed! Passed out on ochre stained tiles
With cheeks on porcelain seats
Whilst body heat seeps from smiles.
From tall we fall and regress into foetal stains
Veiled in shame.
The same souls glide outside
Flush! The u-bend swallows my pride.
Shudder in cold piss puddles, bewildered, befuddled
With single ply sheets laid out mattress like
The cubicle thuds, blood smeared lullabies
Paralysed fingertips, paralysed minds.
Paralysed smiles, let me sleep for a while
There is no admission to my cubicle domicile.