the key never fits first time
or second
or third
or...
they find me asleep against the front door in broad daylight
growling at late morning dog walkers
better than the bathroom floor they say
better than the hallway
through wine and cigarette smoke
lounging on italian leather in marks and spencer slippers
getting fucked in the conservatory
talking the wheels off another day in the office
I sit
and listen
I mostly watch the rain on the window
and scramble my brain as I try to piece together the weekend
living the dream
but it won't last forever
they took all the fun out of it
bottled it
and they sell it in recycled plastic bags
somewhere in rural hampshire
