Lockdown down deeper and down

I wake

I eat

take time

to think

I wash

the dishes

in the

sink

I read

I smoke

I cry

I laugh

I see

I need

an over

draft

I call

my bank

just after

lunch

My bank

says no

so thanks

a bunch

I sing

a song

on my

guitar

I text

a friend

in Potters

Bar

I take

the dog

out for

a walk

I call

my girl

it’s good

to talk

I eat

my tea

and watch

the telly

the news says

baby!

and deaths

so many

I leave

the dishes

till

tomorrow

I crave

a drink

to drown

my sorrow

I check

my wallet

for some

money

fuck all

therein

not fucking

funny

I take

my pen

and with

DTs

I write

my blog

that no-one

sees

I go

to bed

to sleep

not sound

the day

is up

I’m fucking

down.