non-attachment.

let it go.
do not invite to stay
and take up residence
in the empty factory of your mind.
they're like the dirty squatter,
whose only interest
is the
cooked cocaine
of your soul.

let it go.
don't wrap it up
in a bundle of
worried aggravation.
watch it.
by all means
and let it form, but
don't try to attach yourself
to it.
for there's no i to attach to
anyway.

the view from here.

a limerickal observation of what i can see of dalston lane from here. coz i feel like shit.


Cans and plastic bottles,
brown ones and green.
a rainbow of bins
making everything clean(er).

A charity clothes one,
with warning inside.
“Do not enter within.”
You may just be too wide (to get out again, you fat bastard).