City View Poem by Fergal Dunne

Monday morning 10am
The sun doesn’t break through,
Depressed,
Carrying weights
That are in excess
Your minds a mess,
And your hair is too.
Coffee mug, ashtray, mobile phone
Empty wine bottle
Take-away you could not afford.
Yesterdays newspaper recounts more job losses
Your chances cut again by half.
Government percentages
Make you laugh.
Rented room with London view,
You never look at anyway.
Relationships that flip and fade
Made impossible by no pay.
Placebo and Nirvana your only friends
And their words make amends
For all that is not right,
You wish
That it may come to light
That you are not meant for this
But then who is?
The strongest find a way
The weak cannot tread water,
No strength left to swim
Against modern ruthless city slaughter.
Monday afternoon 2pm
No job search done
Glance at city view - still no sun
One more cigarette,
I’ll watch Scrubs
Its much more fun.

Copyright FE Dunne 2010