The words were never poised on the tip of my tongue,
but like my ten year old self
in a Clydebank swimming pool,
they considered the dive,
then opted for the vending machine
at the back of the line.
Tonight I received your summons for public insensitivity.
Highground, Brittle & Spite made their position quite clear.
Expect my counter first thing in the morning.
I’ll see you in bed.
Calum Maclean lives in Glasgow and is currently settling into the role of qualified writer of things. His poetry has been published both online and in print such as Octavius issues one and two, and Gutter magazine.
You can find him on Twitter @CalumMac24 and can read more on his blog calumscribbles.wordpress.com