Flirting with Sadness

Straight from Poland
the students next door realise
it’s a warm night.
They are outside
along with their music
and their voices.

Their good time
is not mine.

The drive back here
was much of the usual;
Blacks, Asians and whites
trying to be a combination
of the forementioned.
Stepping in front of the car
to impress their cackle with the usual
‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude.

Sadness can really kick in
when you watch everyone else
do what they do best…
That bravado fuelled nothing
that ignores everything
which might mean
anything.

Still, I have Arnalds
to drown out the Polish
and a few beers
I shouldn’t be drinking
to numb the knowledge
that I sleep alone tonight,
that I must wake at 7am tomorrow
and that this micro society
dancing around me
is an ugly whore
stripping the world of love.

just as it will be
tomorrow.