living the dream

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

charlie darwin won't stop smilin'

in the past the face of god was the king or queen
now replaced by money the heads of great thinkers stare at us from shining notes
men who gave up financial pursuit for the life of the mind

I'll spend to line my stomach
but I cannot look them in the eye

intellectuals all
we die starving