you see yourself there
you don’t know how you got there
and yet there you are
it was past midnight
the sky filled with UFOs
i’d lost my camera
mosquito bitten
sun-burnt and dehydrated
we trudge through the swamp
banished as a child
a world inside a painting
slowly rots away
on the radio
you struggle reading adverts
wordplay falling flat
i’m a shape-shifter
i take the form of a bear
no one is impressed
memories rattle
at the bottom of my lungs
i know what i am
having faith in doubt
all metaphysical thought
stems from fear of death
i can time-travel
…i guess its ‘hibernating’
it really works though
my gun misfires
scorch-marks lash across my hands
i hear rabbits laugh
twitching a twitcher
the birds subscribe to the feed
nature’s ‘like’ button
a confrontation
standing up or staying out
weighing up the cost
some minutes later
i notice i’m on fire
the rain never comes