Another Literary Life

  An old new and selected on the kitchen bench 
  beside a bowl of prickly chokos 
  I can’t bring myself to peel, slice, cook and eat 
  despite the melting welfare state and icecaps. 
  I’m reading an approachable analysis of the debt crisis 
  while the children are preoccupied with scraping
  the crusted remains of breakfast from their dressing gowns. 
  Today’s lunch is good-enough fishcakes 
  a celebrity chef’s recipe, potato replaced with sweet potato— 
  a vine I’ve always meant to try and grow—
  to lower the glycemic index. I consider at times my life 
  a lucky escape from non-being. The audible traffic
  shuffles between places mentioned in Blue Hills 
  a line, a burst of internet window-shopping, another line.
  
  An old new and selected on the kitchen bench 
  despite the melting welfare state and icecaps 
  the crusted remains of breakfast from their dressing gowns 
  a vine I’ve always meant to try and grow 
  shuffles between places mentioned in Blue Hills 
  beside a bowl of prickly chokos 
  I’m reading an approachable analysis of the debt crisis 
  Today’s lunch is good-enough fishcakes 
  to lower the glycemic index. I consider at times my life 
  a line, a burst of internet window-shopping, another line 
  I can’t bring myself to peel, slice, cook and eat 
  while the children are preoccupied with scraping 
  a celebrity chef's recipe, potato replaced with sweet potato 
  a lucky escape from non-being. The audible traffic.
  
  An old new and selected on the kitchen bench 
  a line, a burst of internet window-shopping, another line 
  beside a bowl of prickly chokos 
  shuffles between places mentioned in Blue Hills 
  I can’t bring myself to peel, slice, cook and eat
  a lucky escape from non-being. The audible traffic 
  despite the melting welfare state and icecaps 
  to lower the glycemic index. I consider at times my life 
  I’m reading an approachable analysis of the debt crisis 
  a vine I’ve always meant to try and grow 
  while the children are preoccupied with scraping 
  a celebrity chef’s recipe, potato replaced with sweet potato 
  the crusted remains of breakfast from their dressing gowns 
  today’s lunch is good-enough fishcakes.
  
  An old new and selected on the kitchen bench 
  while the children are preoccupied with scraping 
  to lower the glycemic index. I consider at times my life 
  beside a bowl of prickly chokos 
  the crusted remains of breakfast from their dressing gowns 
  a lucky escape from non-being. The audible traffic 
  I can’t bring myself to peel, slice, cook and eat 
  Today’s lunch is good-enough fishcakes 
  shuffles between places mentioned in Blue Hills 
  despite the melting welfare state and icecaps 
  a celebrity chef’s recipe, potato replaced with sweet potato 
  a line, a burst of internet window-shopping, another line 
  I’m reading an approachable analysis of the debt crisis 
  a vine I’ve always meant to try and grow.