Clumsy Language

Trips over its shoelaces

swears and lights another fag,

cracks open a can and blurs its own edges.

 

Disorganisation and bad planning

hold hands, stand brashly

interfering with the chairs.

Agitation twitches fingertips,

paces itself out

shouts to be heard in the quietest space.

 

The security guard

working hard to feel safe.

The lonely truck drivers mate,

The removals assistant

of no-fixed abode:

road to nowhere mapped in his eyes

 

cries to himself

lies to his family

digs nails in as tears fall.

Just one call then

to his mum

 

Curls up to sleep

as bleak thoughts curl around him.

Sun sets as

mums love seeps in

to protect.