Constant Hassle
another ringing telephone
another chance to be alone
got to get there,
got to get where i am going
i am not sure of many things
only who i have being with
i charged myself with her excitement
it got me to somewhere different
somewhere away from the cold
another bell on the doorstep
collecting for charity ,
they to care for strangers
why not me?
i have been a stranger in danger
another questionnaire –
handed to me in the street
can’t they see i am in a hurry?
cant they see the speed of my feet?
James Garratt – August 1995
Constant Hassle
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 