Every Monday I'm going to be posting a poem here that wasn't included in my book. It'll be a depository of sorts for b-sides that haven't found a home yet. Here's the first one. I hope you enjoy them.
Fishful Thinking
I wish I was in a fishing show
Not because I love the sport
In fact
It bores me to distraction
No, I wish I was in a fishing show
Because of its standards and practices
No one yells
You're alone on the water
The scenery is pleasant
The weather's usually the same
And there's plenty of time to think
I definitely wish I was in a fishing show
Right now
Rather than having to worry about
Being run down
By a cyclist on the sidewalk
Who's in more of hurry than me
And who breaks
For no one
