Crowd Dead

I enjoy structured play about as much as I enjoy structured time,
So it is that my time as a guest is so concretely
moulded round the gym,
or a swim or I swim to a restaurant,
and then the bits in between I catch up on
the golden age,
I'm formed round the bus timetable
or I'm a limpet to the bed,
clean towels, check.

Less of a gracious host,
the homebody without a comforting way
to relay the neighbourhood,
and its many warm
winter lights
and where is the frost
anyway
and its glow within
glassy, diffused.