SERPINS OX pt.1 Anagram of my Youth

I stumble along streets,
Bathed in the Sodium glow of streetlights,
Weak at the knees and drunk,
But not from the liquid nectar, water of life.
Intoxicated on the vacuous vapours,
Of her well worn charms.

Soiled clothes cling,
Moist with the sweat of my bitten and bruised torso,
I catch the taste of blood in my mouth,
And a rush of degradation tinged with satisfaction.
The blend and balance of my acts,
Sculpted by her guiding hands.

My pace is slowed,
By the cigarette burn on the heel of my foot,
No pleasure in the pain,
But a welcoming and warming comfort.
The scorch a reminder,
Of when I was so young and vestal.

How long since,
I was last alive and breathing,
How long since,
I shed a tear or cracked a smile,
How long till,
I’ll be animate and feeling,
With my head down, and my eyes closed,
And my throat wide open.

Until I come full circle,
Do unto others,
What has been done to me,
And do unto you now,
What has been done to me.