In someone else's body

not feeling myself today
maybe it's a monday morning
thing

seeing a mouse looking
at me in the floor of
my sitting room
has nothing to do
with my emotional state

he popped out
and seemed virtual
un real
but he did look at me
for a long time
as if he was saying
i'm the daddy now

eventually he disappeared
i'm sure i heard him laugh

early on monday morning
on a commuter train
speeding towards the city
i noticed all the nice
haircuts and shoes
and wander why they
all made such an effort

my dull and scratched
doctor marten boots seemed
out of place

didn't seem to have enough time
this morning
seemed to be trying to catch
up but failing
miserably

the rain seemed to catch my
mood
it sort of hung there
like a cloak i didn't
want to wear

as i walked down a busy
london street
past a newspaper seller
huddled against the wind
and rain

it didn't seem so important
to find out what was happening
it seemed to make more
sense
to not know
at all

i keep feeling i should be
somewhere else
maybe in
someone else's body

maybe that someone
is having a better
day