The Hog In Armour

So,
I tried again
And slipped, it seems
Out of my own skin,
Into someone elses,
Into yours
Into your house, your tragic life
Your blood-red room
And single bed
I threw myself
Like a dirty towel
Into an action
Into the now
Of if’s and maybe’s
Like a horrific cliché
And I sit waiting
For something I’m not sure I wanted anyway.