I wrote a letter
Once
It was full of endings
And beginnings
But it had no
Balls
There was nothing
In the middle
If you know
What I mean
All bread and
No sandwich
Garbage
And it was sometime
Around then
As I had my
Wax stamp
Poised
That I realised
I got here a long time
Before you
I knew so much more
Than you
And more than likely
I was going
To get off
Before you
And I suppose
Then you'd know
More than me
And you'd be better
At the world
Than I was
Finally
But it wouldn't really
Matter
Because
I'd be gone
And maybe that's
How it was
For you
Whilst I was here
And you hadn't arrived
And maybe that's
Just the way it is
Circles
And roundabouts
And fake chalk lines
Scribbled
By children
On the pavement
Before the rain comes
All pomp
And no ceremony
All mouth
And no trousers
Nothing to hang
Your washing on
And no breeze
To wash away
The endless stink
Of the thing
That never mattered
Anyway