So these are wandering hours again I've come to with a lead chest and head dregs Washed up and hollowing out another day Then catch a thought and pull lungs taut on the wind Snag a shoestring heart hanging by a thread Breathe in and reel as if the rotary was snatched up in a gale Hot air smelts and keens with a view to building Internal frameworks, monuments of a future self For the longest I've had the sun climbing my throat And left the room without saying a word