It's when you realise you're nothing
Vague, pointless, indistinct, grey and empty
No better than the man arranging melons in a supermarket into neat rows, 4x4
No better than the ticket inspector patrolling off peak carriages, twiddling a biro
No better than the garbage man luminous in the daybreak fondling dustbins in the mist
No better than the GP grumbling anti smoking propaganda lining his pocket with your death and penicillin
No better than the whore scraping worn heels on worn pavement in the neon light of a London suburb searching for a stoic fix
No better than the gambler or the rapist or worse the banker seeking solace in their dirty, candid lies
No better than the pig eating shit swallowing mouthful after mouthful
Only ceasing to breathe

No better than nothing
No better than anything

It's when you realise you are nothing the world crawls around you

And tells you you're home