Sitting in a King's Cross gutter
chewing gum stuck to my arse
living the line-
good night, another bad morning.
Like an abandoned toy
I'm broken
I don't work!
Somehow this piece
seems to be in the wrong puzzle.
Rain starts to lick my wounds so I head home.
Another jigsawday
hoping no one notices
I am that last frustrating piece that does not fit
and i left, discarded in the box.
