I No Longer Am Poem by Jean Bernard Parr

I no longer am
in the world
I'm really out of it all
I don't know the rules
anymore, don't know
the law, don't know
what a dollar is
against the pound,

but as I sit on the bus
and look out over
an arching sky,
(Im aware that the
world is round)
really, wasn't it
always thus?

There was always
a kind of fog there
around mouths and
words, no way to know
who pays the Queen
and can that policeman
imprison me?

And here's me sitting
in the bottom of
a phone box
reading the Beano,
trying to make sense
of a head spinning world
that was my university.

It just seems
more complicated now,
more worlds
more than one
I don't know how.