This is one of those poems that come from a stray thought, just as you are about to fall asleep, that prompt you to get out of bed and write them down. I played with the phrase for a while and I'm not sure this present lay out does the idea justice but that's for future reflection.
after he had carefully read the small print, three pages of dense, legalistic type he decided to reorder his life as the experience so far had not been what he had been led to expect no it had been uneventful, dull even, he felt bored surely he had picked out something better when he had perused the brochure back in the pre-existence café something more exciting than this monotonous round of bills and work
the response came quicker than he had expected
an assessor was sent round replete with theodolite and all manner of esoteric equipment and began to measure every aspect of his situation this did not take long
after that nothing happened for quite sometime until a letter arrived informing him that he was actually living the life he had picked out from all those possibilities the letter went on to say very politely, that it was possible for him to change his life any time he wanted to
all he had to do was act
The poem grew from the idea of reordering one's life. A conceit that it is possible to simply send it back if it doesn't fit. Watch this space for another draft.
Mdou Moctar have just released a new album Funeral for Justice. Like all their albums it is essential listening. They just get better and better.
Until next time.
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