ennui

I flip through the Guardian pages,
Intrigued by the predictability of it all:
Rigged elections in some corner of Africa,
A discredited politician closer to home.

I slouch on my couch, try and shut out
All the humdrum that so bogs me down
I am roused out of my reverie
By the shrill sound of sirens
Whizzing past my window

Even now as I try
To piece these few sentences together
I can’t help but notice
My disjointed train of thought