MUD ON THE NIGHT TRAM:

The phone kept vibrating in my pocket as I tried to make art,
Eyes closed,
Let me sleep,
Cover me with overcoats,
Have I not done enough?
I’m a colouring book,
A fistful of crayons,
And a ticket out of town,
Forgive me if you would,
I’m a bit overwhelmed,
A glass,
Precariously balanced on the edge

(K)