Same Lino

Living
New Forest Living
Life
Lifestyles
Hampshire LIVING

Who's to be corralled into chip crumbed
pub backroom,
fireplaced, full and needless in contentment?
Quiet, slow, sighing into place,
backs crack,
in lieu of logs,
in sitting down,
in standing up,
in slinging dinner heft.

The easy mirror,
you see these mags splayed
county wide on coffee tables,
where beyond the sideboard,
the kitchen lino
is the same
whenever I indulge,
wonder where to live next.
The same bad decisions,
from Ft Lauderdale to
Fordingbridge.

It feels small here,
I don't agree with the talking heads,
it's as if I'm arguing with myself,
I'm too vain for this place,
but I'm too quiet for the other.