Damp Acheivement

(finished 29/3/12)

Putting it down on paper like this seems to glamorise it
but it was a dull day.
Rain blew across the road like wet nothing,
did not dampen his clothes leaving him a likeness
of anyones uncles' border collie
after a bath.
Half-wet his hair
so it neither stuck to his scruff like pondweed
nor obscured his inconsistently arched eyebrows
like his favourite literary heroes.
It was in weather like this
that he wished he were one of those pedestrians who
take comfort in mediocrity
-could go home, sit back and watch the T.V.,
live life through th endless replaying
of some jaded londoners social fantasies.
Instead he sought chips
and found meaning in the depths
of a bag full of bought disappointment.

ineffectual homing missiles