Neuro Logical
Love songs of the precariously employed - Enda Boyle
Waking up to the kiln heat of late August
The world slams into life all around you
A bin lorry bellows past your tenement
The noise batters against your window
On queue you are treated to another instalment
of The Erotic Adventures of the Couple Upstairs
To drown it all out you reach to turn on the radio
Instantly saccharine syrupy pop music seeps out
Anesthetized by easy sentiment you settle down
adjust your pillow and roll back onto your side
as the memory of your old job leeks from your head
your contract has expired, your last wages were paid
Life is now a yawn as you dangle between contracts
Gradually you rise from bed cook bacon and pancakes
and hum along to songs whose lyrics you can’t stand.