Canto CCLXXXIV

The kid going round in circles on his bike,
Hip Hop hissing from his mobile phone
as he repeats the same path round the park,

is not up to no good, I know, I’ve been
in the same place, when all front doors are shut
and your own company’s a slow poison.

He finds no succour in youth clubs or art,
perhaps the hours spin him like a lathe
or he makes pissing time away his sport

because he never asked to be alive.

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One Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Jun 10, 2012 @ 09:56:22

    I hate this feeling…sometimes life can be so pointless.
    I guess for you, this could best be described as a type of Niall-ism.

    I liked, “perhaps the hours spin him like a lathe.”

    Reply

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