"Get That Pen Out"

On the tube
Not counting the stops
But conscious of them
Getting closer…
Closer
To the end
Of that poem
You’re writing
To kill the time.
Almost there
Punchline in your head.
Doors open
Jump off
Hold that thought
But you never do
And it’s gone forever.
Which is a fucking nuisance
To say the least.
Such is the nature
Of the poetry beast.
It also explains why
There’s no final flourish
To this piece of rubbish.

Dulwich Poet 22^nd January 2014

(This one is about when you’re writing something, but have to stop, like when getting off a train, and you have a great line in your head…think you won’t forget it…but always do!)