well again

there is nothing

quoth I...

like getting drunk

all ceases

regular transport no longer running

what is there

that we have no time for

any longer?

I quoth

I linger

waiting to be born again

from alchohol and tobacco

freed from restraints that minimise my time

by divvying it up into smaller parts I linger...

only as the wait at the healer's hand:

to get served

to go home and be well again

my self