No-one to talk to

No-one there

No-one by your side

When you think you might give out

When you think you are a mug

That’s lonely.

It’s a different kettle

When I write my poem

I let it all out

Out to the public

The words that are bottled up

Splurting,

Spraying,

Exploding

Like a leaky pen

All my words flowing like a river.

Flowing like a river

I make a paper aeroplane

Post the words out

Send them air mail

I telephone, e-mail, internet my words

All over the world

Is there anybody listening?

Listen to me.