Sat in cafe corners
Quietly going out of their minds
A complete picture of confusion
It’s the illusion that blinds

The last page read
Of Notes From Underground
Dragged down into the illusion
A confusion so profound

Mother Nature ripped them off
Consigned to just a minor part
Boredom won out after all
The fall came before the start

The ‘almost-was’
That in cafe corners hides
Couldn’t pick a side to fall
After all, shot by both sides

Inspired by and paraphrased from Howard Devoto, reading about him in Rip It Up and Start Again