Nothing really belongs to me
Sure I earn money
Swiftly swept back in the currents
Of our global economy
My house is still the bank’s
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
And that applies to my body
My lifestyle is devised
To soothe society
My time and attention
Are mostly my employer’s
The rest of them,
My phone’s
My headspace is fought over
By advertisers, coaches, gurus,
Scammers
And the odd man in power
I’m either the puppet of a divinity
Or a transient bunch of matter
Borrowed from the one and only
You see,
Nothing really belongs to me
All poems:
- A matt of bluebells and the wind in our hair
- Fruits of boredom
- Old love
- Priorities
- Yes yes yes, nod nod nod
- How much of you is what
- Don't do admiration
- Nothing really belongs to me
- Perfect people
- The 5th dimension
- The broken ones
- Sorry you're not sorry
- Call off the wild
- Where can the anger go?
- Adrift
- This is not procrastination
- 21st century haikus
- Nothing
- Paralysed