God I’m tired
my battery flat, my password expired
unexpected silence in bagging area
only the chiller aisle is scarier

I’m the Kraken, broken, saying that’s it
I’m done with sinking ships and shit
tentacles bent, suckers spent
a washed-up calamari malcontent

my razzle frazzled, puzzle guessed
I’m like a knight in a castle at the end of a quest
who puts up his visor and has to confess
now the dragon’s slain he’s slightly depressed

my sparkle? unremarkable
theoretically speaking a hopeless particle
dragging his sad and sorry quarks
round & around the Hadron parks

my pizazz in rags, my fitbit quit
am I dynamic?
nee, nein, NYET

I’m a chart non-mover
Henry no hoover
action man AWOL lost on manoeuvres
a long weekend in wet vancouver

an eager beaver
post-procedure
not building dams or giving one either

I’m a me-shaped hole
where my ego scrolls
through an endless, friendless
Facebook of lost souls

not a whizz kid
a was kid
not Scooby-Doo
Scooby-Don’t
not Doctor Who
Doctor Won’t

Schroedinger’s cat
dead and that’s that
Brannigan without the zap
Peaky Blinders without the cap

and even though I started bravely
the only way I can finish… is … vaguely

so

YAWN