Hungover on a bus

Written hungover on a bus back from Glasgow

On a bus of grim feeling like a vegetable man dreaming of comfort

Some hand to hold to keep me sane

Some drug to kill this living pain

McDonalds 3am was like a passage of Dante’s inferno

All the grotesque denizens of hell

Enjoying the last poisonous burgers of America   

Devouring the animal kingdom

From which we have been exiled

For our inability to live harmoniously

Another bottomless stomachache

Another bus toilet full of milky piss

Humanities living essence

Smell of death

All is lost

But beautiful

Our suffering

Green/yellow

And the greyness

Which is our legacy