Ennui  
I sit on a high stool watch vegetables boil I use
a little water and when the pan is dry I add butter stir
let it brown and I add cold meat I found in the fridge.
Having been a witness to the murdering of food
I'm not hungry anymore, pity my dog was run over
by a train and if she had not she would be dead
of old age; she was still alive looked at me as to say
I trusted you implicitly” seeing how distressed I was
she licked my hand died and forgave me; her bones
are in a black plastic bin in the shed.
I live inside a cocoon of depression and elastic bubble
made of a cow's stomach, everything I remember is tinged
By the thought, I should have done been better.
Had I been a success, I would be happy and think with
A fondness of the daughter, I never had she only grew to be
an embryo, so many embryos lives that never got a chance,
haunt me in the night.
I open a can of lager, like the hooligans in the street of
Leeds do, all I need is a hood to hide my face from the world
and blame the society of my tribulations.