I had felt the urge to write a poem for the first time in a long time,
I became distracted by my thoughts of other people.
I forgot that I meant to think of you.
I forgot what I wanted to say.
That I had anything to share that wasn’t click-bait.
Or a photo of me in a bikini,
When my body sits in the dark on the toilet.
Instead of drifting,
Sea-weed fog of thoughts.
Spilt by neon and HTML.
Focusing on the next post and the next.
A kind of content vacancy.
Perhaps this was what War of the Worlds was all about.
Remembering it only as a fictional radio performance,
as we tap…tap…tap
mindlessly at the keys.
Where are my dreams oh imperial one?