Summer 2015

City people...

And if you're not like them

if you don't frequent nail technicians

and beauticians following fashion trends

and social statuses, checking in at the newest

chic and must be seen what then? I ask.

Like a leper carrying a disfiguring affliction,

hair untamed and face devoid of layers,

if you wear second hand clothes because

you like carrying past lives and wondering

where they're from and if they loved within them...

If you are the single in a circle of twos

nowhere to place you formal occasions

because you never bring the someone

they can sit you with, what then? I ask.

When you long for an island

and prefer mud to stilettos, trudging

and falling on your arse laughing at age

having caught up, and they cringe at

your conversations because they have to think

and not just voice back niceties...

Like a peregrine, soaring above their communal

upholding of the glue that holds their mutual

discontent, of course explained away

as something to aspire,

you seek out solitude and feed the mind

rather than targeted expectations and

the labels they attach you with.

There is no reaching you. They've given up

and you've allowed them. Better this freedom

than the mutterings of news concerning

coming trends and bullshit.