sinking
office day means
fox blouse excuse
i see a woodpecker
(greater)
from my desk and through
two windows which
the first was contrived
by the man
and the second was carved
leaves absent
by the season
hello again
my friend
for the first time in weeks
i've been sad
and tired
my tongue tied brain
and turning down plans
say maybe i'm back track
i guess in a slump
later my girlfriend
talking about spaces
and she says about how
they're reflecting the people
who are living inside them
and she likes how ours is
while quietly i think
i'm a mess
and all
of my beautiful things
are alone
with me
in my own little room
or maybe i left them in the river
at the end of the summer
and then i am a window
distant
left open in the rain
and i see it
then
but i don't write it down
because it's raining
then my gloves are wet anyway
so i do
and the words
how they ran away instantly
and the rest of them too
worse later
in the tesco
my kind friend from the food bank
i found stabbed in an advert
leaflet
drawing pins repeatedly
into sensitive places
and i remove them
tender
but i'm shocked
and i don't know what to say
who to tell
what to think
and i'm not sure i should write it
or how
even here
the humanity
this city
i cycle home slow
and uphill
in the middle of the road
cos the road's now a river
and i'm sinking
this city
other things said
bad daylikede rekening
