(20 minute poetry)



On a brighter theme
there's  a meme
they made
from the corpses of
the last crusade.

Social media aside,
out have got it in and
inside got us out.

The little victory
a seat
that someone saved
for me

when things are sent to try us
why not
try them on for size?

back in the moles lair
underneath
Canada Square but
it's a waste of my time
on the
Jubilee line.

Disintegration like
hesitation
is a slow business
and I'm getting there
slowly.

Fighting inertia
while
submitting
to atmospheric pressure
( which doesn't feel heavy )

but I'm collapsing
trapped in
the traps.

I should have eaten breakfast
taken some toast
made it last,
and at last
I'm here,

no exhilaration or
exultation,
it looks and feels like
I'm attending my own
exhumation.

On a brighter theme
which I cannot find until
the sun comes up
and changes my mind
I'll switch on
the headlamps.