I can't put it into words

I can’t put it into words

I’m lost

In this perpendicular perspective

Of the intersection

My view from the third floor

Across Chertsey Street.

I’ve just moved

Still a pig in shit

Wondering how I got here

But the view

Well

The view is extraordinary

And I don’t think I deserve it

so I just can’t write.

Too much going on in there anyway

slaving all day up and down ladders

Banging my head on scaff nuts

But it’s good to be back

Busy

Doing the old ragged trousered again

Trying to keep cool under the heat

Of their powerful minds.

It’s different now

I’m a proper painter

Still learning new tricks

open to changing my ways

but the work’s so gruelling

a pint’s much more inviting

and then the night’s gone

till tomorrow.

But the view

Well

The view and all its inspiration

will have to wait

Till winter

When there’s less work on

When I can put into words

The love in my heart.