I have arguments with my fridge

About comfort food

And heated discussions with the hot plate

About the artistic merit of breakfast

And the CDs in my room

Haven’t said they love me

For months now

And the TV shows,

Old seducers with new tricks,

Have their sordid way with me.

 So seductive with the ‘nasty’,

But ultimately rather shallow.

And the court jesters, loud, obnoxious

Performing with achingly dull clarity

In the faded palaces of our minds

Neither weird or thoughtful

Nor provoking nor inspiring

Self important but stupid with it

They come out to play and I do my best to ignore them

And the Instagram heroes

Invite me to a party

 Willfully obtuse

Deliberate and pretty

They offer self help books at bargain prices

Instead of real kindness

Learning nothing with the daily debate

I stumble out into the park

 Watch the ducks and the mothers

The sleeping children in the sun

And grab meaning where I can

In overheard laughter

 And toddlers’ frantic tantrums

 I love there is only NOW in their tears

Only NOW in their fears

Things will get better