He’s the kind of bloke who looks in vending machines
at train stations with no intention to buy anything.
He sees an unused grit bucket and thinks
That could be a flower pot.
He watches dramas and thrillers
and thinks, Wouldn’t it be nice if it ended
at 20 minutes when the characters are happy
doing what they’re doing. He enjoys his hobbies.
He’s the kind of bloke who puts his hands under
a broken public hand dryer and makes an
Oooooo-oooooooooh noise even when
nobody is around. He’s the kind of bloke
who makes up craft ale names for no reason.
He’s the kind of bloke who does what he can
to keep busy.

© Carl Burkitt 2023