I start my day by
finishing it
the sun is creeping down
like that spider under my bed and
I really need to clean it out but
my back aches like an old man god I really need to stop curling up
in the bath like it’ll make me feel
young
again.
Anyway
I start my day by
finishing it
the sun is creeping down
the bell has rung
and they’re all flooding the street around me.
I must look like a rock in a stream.
Honestly I feel like one sometimes.
Not in the fact that I’m not moving
I’m always moving -
me and my brain are on a high-speed
train called the gifted kid and it’s
taking me all the way to Cambridge
and everyone’s so proud.
I’m like a rock because I’m all
hard shell
because I’m all
alone
while you’re all
connecting
twisting, curling, flowing
with each other.
It’s like what the Smiths said
about charms and arms.
I’m not alone as in
alone
but I don’t know if anyone
has ever really met me.
Anyway
you put your earphones on
and I put my hands on my ears.
Life sounds better this way
let me hear it through a wall of grey.
And I start understanding that
I’m not understanding something that everyone else is.
Alone
in that I’m the
only one who’s here.
(Only one who’s not?)
…
I scuff my shoes on the concrete and
I get the bus home.