The cogs in my head started moving when I saw this crazy man on the bus staring at the floor.
He might not have been thinking about anything but he looked like he was morose, and deep in thought.
It was inspiring.

All of the inspiration for my writing these days comes from this city, Brisbane, and the goings-on I witness in it.
I am inspired by failure, and people who are going to die alone and anonymous.
I like to write about fictional people who are making their mark on a city I invented purely to write about it. That city is more whymsical and epic than Brisbane is. More gritty and sleazy and glamorous and everyone in it is soaked into it in some way, trying to make their way through and succeed in some small manner.
This poem encapsulates some of those themes and, for those of you who are interested and have been flowing my plight with writing, the themes in this poem will be featured in many more pieces of writing to come (hopefully).

The straight-forward inspiration for this poem was my recent trip to the hospital, my job, feeling cheated by education, feeling trapped by the concept of freedom and how to obtain it, alley-ways and public transport.

Thanks go to Ryan McGinley for the preview image. His photography is regularly featured in Vice magazine. I take no credit for it.