What’s the point?


In the sermon the
preacher asked ‘Why are you here?’
Sitting at the back
I became overwhelmed with
existential angst.


In my head


In My Head

Another lonely van
drops off its load
at my neighbours house
and your name runs
through my head.

Then it’s the postman
and I’m glad to
know I’ve earned more
loyalty points on
my card. But what
is more irritating
is that I’ve now got
even more stuff to read
with your name on it.

I don’t want to put it
straight in the waste basket
but decide to go to the
recycling bin outside. And
all the time your name
is getting bigger
and bigger.