Stole the opening line from a recent conversation. The poem is hopefully gonna be part of an interesting and perhaps revealing series

I was thinking my thinks
Deep dive thoughts in a casual, cutting cruel wasteland
Shifting in and out of sync
Pushed along by slinky scratches
Electronic surges in an unsteady mind
Even though
The space bar stuck and I could not move on
Trying to discover the difference
‘Tween Obscure and Obtuse

And I walked past

The angry old man writing standing up
So obsessed with his masculinity
He couldn’t decide which was better
Abuse his love
Or hate himself more
A scared man presenting as a brave man
His face grew redder, his tummy wobbled
His eyes half closed within the haze of booze and bombast
But
As he was actually quite dull,
I left him to his pointless conflict.

And I walked past

A bunch of sad narcissists whining at each other
Looking for their reflection in each-others’ eyes
Distracted by needy mouths
Spiteful spittle

Obsequious, little empty heads, they
Clutch at their well worn copies
Of Poetry for intellectual beginners

But
As they were actually quite tedious
I left them to their tell not show

Almost home now

Already living the dream of the near future
I stumbled into the lift and floated quietly
Upwards.

And I catch myself sighing once again
‘’Almost home’’