In defence of self-pity

Sun on the cloud like a cut blood orange,

The pupils pinch, and the retina cringed.

That's the life of a boondocked soul.

Wine two for a tenner, you're on a roll.

Bloody minded, playing the fool,

Caffeine enraged, too cruel to be cool.

Unwashed sheets, a jealous stench.

Knee bones, neck jealous clenched.

Light stale, flea-ridden lunch,

Mind on its back and sucker punched.

City traffic, city hypnosis.

Sweat, bad breath, and histrionics.

Pink wet sky above a Picadilly poet

Fingers a cliché in his fraudulent pocket.