Slouching on the wooden seat
Schoolbag bulging at my feet
Rhyming about love being sweet.

Sticking to the vinyl chair
Tasting salt upon the air
Ink recording my despair.

Flying through the air in tin
Denim worn as second skin
Scratching down the pain I’m in.

Bus eating miles beneath my shoes
Listening solo to the blues
Penning home my changing views.

Bulging sails as distance grows
Glasses resting on my nose
Screwing up my rhyming woes.

Resting on the canvas seat
Rotting rucksack at my feet
Wondering when I’ll feel complete.