Click and Collect – Written Wednesday 6th November 2024 (Aged 49)

Click and Collect

all this… it’s tiring. my hopes… not so inspiring.
maybe, a place of rest is needed.
maybe, i am expected to pass a dual test.
all this… there is no contest.
and now as the curtains come down,
i hold up my trauma and i am forced to confess

my movement forwards is just click and collect.
my dreams, clearly an expensive buy to let.
why don’t you come and give it a go?
we’re boarded up, and feeling close.
stirred in our pots by a constant hope,
one that feels like a valid post.

maybe, my life is a watercolor painting,
one of a street scene,
where people are fainting.
all this though… it’s tiring.
others manage to sit still with their paint pots.
me, i seem to be some kind of job lot,
running cold, running hot,
noticing that i appear to be getting lost.

James Garratt – Wednesday 6th November 2024

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