I Have Found My Tribe Poem by James Wakelin

It was after school
deep in the tropics
just minding my own business
two larks flew across my windscreen
uttering shrieks of condemnation
seeing is believing so they say
so what was it I was believing if
I was blind to the everlasting
mayhem of distressed calls
love biting ankles and everlasting
unhappiness breaking through me
and out beyond
seeking which it never sought
Oh well another day flies by
without any recognition from anybody
I must have it what they call....

The missing my own life
with a dog in labour
broken to the calls of
parasitic absolutes
funny I missed my bus it was calling..
my name oh what of it
I must have dreamt this
this
this troublesome future
full of death
and things picked up
on the way
Oh oh hay what you want?
I havent narrated a story for nothing
so says me
with strings and nets
to catch something called
the day
Why not?