and boarded up bookies -
tucked into these dark corners are
with stories to tell.
Film stars with potential blockbusters
weighted on their shoulders.
Writers living in their own bestsellers,
breathing the words, bearing the chapters.
Pulitzer prize winning poets
with problems and pain
penned into their hearts.
Searching dustbins for answers.
Scrounging pennies for Monday’s breakfast
of unsold Sunday roasts.
Mid-afternoon sessions of cheap spirits.
Gambling the rest of the day away.
Carrying the bags of life’s lessons under tired eyes
scraping away the yellow remains
of dried dreams,
hardened by heartbreak
and a lack of sleep.
My life's been –
two parent home,
routine Sunday roasts,
I am the most boring person on this high street.
published by Nasty Little Press 2012