In transit

Home has become a missing thought spread before me
in futuristic curves of aluminium.
Drifting, sleep starved on imitation leather,
minutes,
hours
drop
away into nothingness
never-ending

Spralled between several lives,
familiar uncertainty nudges my thoughts,
a beige, bland fuzz that shuts me down.
Chords and jingles sprinkle meaningless simplicity
draining colour and bathing infinity florescent.

Existence laid out between space and time
purgatory for the senses.
In transit before the next step into
endless uncertain possibities.