NaPoWriMo Day 12

…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.