I have left my non-descript office
Where the inadequate
Spend their time
Waiting unconsciously, for death.
I am on a train
Watching the world
Pass by,
Reflecting my life.
I see a young man opposite
Stare at his mobile phone,
As if he is expecting a revelation
That will provide some meaning.
Intermittently,
He glances at a young girl
With full pink lips
And short skirt.
She has highlights
In her hair,
A sign she doesn't care
For the status quo.
She almost smiles,
Small white teeth appear
To play
A fleeting cameo role.
He daydreams.
He will go and sit next to her,
Come up with a golden chat-up line
That will lead to wine bars, and sex.
His phone bleeps at him.
He sees his application
For a pay-day loan
Has been rejected.
He will go home alone
Hungry
And just his hand
To play with.
Her phone also bleeps.
It is a message
From her lesbian lover
To bring home cold Sancerre.
I leave the train
And head for domestic bliss
Kiss the wife
Without affection.
Hope the kids are asleep
While I keep
An appointment with a bottle
And oblivion.
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Owain Glyn
