Rotten Small Jigsaw Piece

Rotten small jigsaw piece In this klee pigeon painting A collaged menagerie of colour Exploding and pigeons fragments Feathers everywhere. In the grey grey city Dank piss stairwells Sitting tensely on the wooden bench Before the sermon starts And itching for your phone It is all you and nothing else The words outside hollow bells And the vacuum of fluffy carpets And bare feet as you walk To your next destination The thrill seeking Please make it make me feel something It’s so not real to feel To feel is an illusion How bizarre that we create this fantasy That when we realise we cannot Is empty fluff stone taps smell damp stone air.

I want to hibernate like a bear Except it is only just summer And all that promise of something new Is drowned in overzealous morning dew And lies dead and dry in the burning air.