The Flats

When I'm neither
up nor down
the flats is where I'll be.
Nodding and smiling
raw
hanging on.
Eating for the sake
my beautiful family
distant from me.

Screwed head buried
counter sunk
ducked
fucked.
The stage of
disengagement
management
has left.

I'm not stupid
people can see
especially those
who really know me.

No traction
for interaction
just enough
that's all there is.
No usual wit
no bubble
no fizz.

Traipsing around the flats
reacting when I need to
almost seen
magnolia metaphor'd
bland and blank
and not even bleak
and not even even.

Time clicks
and the Trick Addict returns.
Informing me
'The flats are boring me'.
And
'Times up
get you're chemistry
sorted
do what you do'

I don't live in the flats you see
I'm just passing through.

Out from the between
toward the overflowing cup
the down
and the up.
Trick Addict slapping my back
whispers and urges
prime the levels
toward the up
and down.

I leave the flats
and fly to town.
I hit it.
And I am Roaring.

15th September 2013