Those loose thoughts

Those loose thoughts

Quietly pondered

As we go to sleep

Are ingenious

I right all wrongs

Find new ways

To move forward

Write poems

Solve the Navier-Stokes equation

In my head

With all the fluidity

I can muster without moving

Forget all I have learned

Without regard

For consequence

Or a cost-benefit analysis.

Cramping up,

I jackknife

To forty-five degrees

Flex and yawn.

I remember

The discomfort

Of spending a night

On the floor

Staring at the skirting board

Drunk as St Mary’s

Twisted spire.

When was the last time

I was ever in Chesterfield

I have lain on a sofa

That bears the name

Fashioned in brown leather

And snobbery

Made love

In a Cheltenham hotel

Gazed in awe at a waterfall

Swollen from the rain

Floated boats

Made of lollipop sticks

Wondering why people

Want to grow up.

When I was little

I would never have believed

In avarice

I wouldn’t have known what it was

Too many people know now

And suffer because of it.

I wish freedom

Wasn’t an illusion

And it really did exist

For the majority

Who would rise up to share

In its good fortune

Without rancour.

Forget blame

If it wasn’t immigration

It would be eye colour

There are not enough

Ginger people in the world

Freckles are a thing of wonder

And with that

I am losing focus,

Sleep is slow to come

But it is on its way

I can feel it

In my water.