If I am not in love
I can be found,
tearing pages from children’s colouring books,
letting them into the dock.
If I am not in love
I can be found,
mugging schoolboys
for their headphones.
If I am not in love
I can be found,
sinking rowboats
in Regent’s Park.
If I am not in love
I can be heard,
speeding past your house
blaring funky house.
If I am not in love
I can be found,
burning plastic figurines
in midday alleyways.
If I am not in love
I have been known
to throw stones, at the windows
of the Sefton Palm House.
If I am not in love
I can be found,
pouring thick black oil
into my sleeping neighbour’s pond.
If I am not in love
I can be found,
belching in the cosmetics aisle
of a monolithic supermarket.
If I am not in love
I can be seen,
picking my nose and sat at this desk
by my bedroom window.
© Daniel James Greenwood, 2010
Well then, for the sake of many – I hope you are in love! 🙂
😛