inspiration.

I have no
inspiration
for this poem.

Except that at some
point
I am sure that I will
realise
that nothing that ever
catches my eye

nothing that turns
my head

nothing that makes me feel
complete

is ever
obtainable.

I listen to old songs
watch old movies
submerge myself in my
independence

it’s easy, you see.

I like to be alone.

But when the day is over
and the work is done
and I’m full of stories
and anecdotes of fun
had in class
down the pub
on the train ride home
it’s a heel
to have not even
one person
to tell.

A boy told me
that I was pretty.
A colleague made me smile
with an amusing story
about surgery.
I’m on a mission
to stop swearing
and smoking
(I’m down to three a day
respectively.)

I wrote a pantomime
I drank pepsi
I ate a sandwich
I marked books.

Inane? Maybe.
Not special? Definitely.

But still
To share the daily grind
Makes my life
less of a bind.

So instead,
I’ll tell you in my head
and hope that by
some miracle

one day you’ll hear