Old men folding arms, sitting on comfortable seats in rooms filled with the odour of decrepitude, chant the body politik while the sun drops on another day of existential cardiac arrest…What happened to youth, why did it pass with bullet train speed, and we are left with nothing more than the wrinkled skin and incessant incontinence…the eyes open with morning blurring and one lifts each limb with uncertainty, can one defy the rigours of gravity for yet another day of inspiration and expiration…we lurch from friendship to friendship with the hope of retaining a level of sanity before the caffeine hits out synaptic mess…We press against the hardness of living and look for oxygen with each stroke of our being, oh dear life, linger and languish but we know at the end of it all the only balm we have left to us is that of love..


About dyoll09

Baby Boomer ex pat in azia for 10 years. Male. Now in Melbourne for chemotherapy.

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