The Return

You’ve returned to our shores.

It’s nice to see you again, my friend.

Tell me all,

Tell me everything.

Tell me of your exploits and adventures.

Tell me about the demons who chased you

And the angels who led you

While I sat here in my watching chair

Clutching diamonds and wishes.

Tell me of your steps,

Your foot-ache leaps into darkness

While I bathed and drank and spat.

Tell me about your intoxicating sights

While I poured gin onto my dreams.

Show me the scars you received

While I rubbed soft oil onto my skin.

Show me your empty pockets.

Chris Bennett, October 2015