lonely and alone
jagged lines on fresh-mown grass
blackbirds have all flown
loneliness
I want my best friend’s dog
My best friend’s dog is Bobbin
I could ask him if he’ll flog him
I could nick him when he’s jogging
I really want my best friend’s dog
I was your jumper
I started off as your jumper, your sweater, you pulled me over and held me tight.
Then too soon I was a single sock at the back of the drum.
From force of habit
Even on a sunny day, from force of habit
I stand in the bus shelter,
safe below its roof.
I could say it’s just like
holding on to your hand for too long
or sitting closer than is comfortable
for you.
But similar pale comparisons are easy enough
for you to make up for yourself
so I’ll just stand here quietly in the bus shelter,
looking out at the sun.
simonsalento 