…and the second poem I post of NaPoWriMo. I have been writing, but haven’t typed up any of my notepad scribbles yet. Have another first draft poem! Title to be edited. Words definitely to be edited. Feels good to be writing spontaneously though – NaPo is clearly doing me some good! If you follow this at all, then I guess it’s fairly obvious what’s on my mind at the moment.
The buses rattle as the windows pass,
and every hour I wake on broken glass.
It’s night, it’s town and gone
too fast, and all below
flows quickly down the hill:
The dim strip bulbs and grey lit windowsills
all fit with smokers, plants and gulls,
the art student at his desk. Now
all rolls away: I’m slipping sleepless
back to Slough
where I belong. I’ve been away too long.