"Loneliness"

If only life were simple
But..'.it could be so much worse'
The  'try to make Billy-No-Mates feel better phrase
When in fact it's just a curse.
Just been to watch the Youth Team
Proverbial one man and his dog
Not even disturbed by passers-by
Out on their Sunday morning jog.
We lost the game three-one
Wasn't even the proverbial hound
I was on my own in a sports field
You can't even call it a ground.
I'm writing this on an Oxford Street side turning
In a dead end stinking of piss
Surley there must be more to a Sunday afternoon
Than struggling to fill it like this?
I'm sat reading and writing poetry
The Photographers' Gallery is next
Doing things that I like
Have I right to be vexed?
After that it's through Soho
That I shall go for a stroll
Though seeing all those happy gay couples
Isn't so good for for my soul.
I'll cheer myself by purchasing a book
To read as I wank tonight
Something not too heavy
More like filthily light.
Then it's down to Trafalgar Square
National Portrait Gallery my call
I seem to be doing quite a bit
For a bloke who does fuck all.
Then back over the proper side of the river
The Poetry Library my last call
And if i'm extrmely lucky
I'll have a fumble at the Festival Hall.
I hope you're not going to judge me
For trawling a public toilet for cock
Cos when you're as Billy-No-Mates as me
It's better than wanking into a sock!

Dulwich Poet 14th September 2014

(A summary of my day today..)