Slugubrious beans

It was an ignominious time
of lugubrity. That is to say
my mind was dripping out
my ears like hot candlewax
escaping an opium den.
Why I came herem I have
no idea. I am a terrible
travel writer. In honesty I
prefer to draw sketches of
the locations, then irreverently
twaddle on about something,
which to everyone else is
inconsequential, yet I find
fascinating.