(20 minute poetry)


I have drunk from too many tin cans,
eaten cold beans.
So
you want to tell me how hard this life is, but
I know what it means
to be plotless, potless, hungry and homeless and you think the answer lies with me, but I see it differently.

Cause and effect.

External forces
Internal urges
where everything ever merges into..I knew a place where I wasn't just a face but the council displaced me, moved me to Rochdale which was a place I could fail in and no one would notice.

Sniffing glue or gas always made the time pass and the marks if defeat is a mark sleep with me on a bench in the park.
And you tell me,
but you only see
a shadow of a man.