The perfect poem

To write the perfect poem
Wait until a rainy day
Take the bus to a distant place
where no one knows your name
A seaside village
Or perhaps an outer City suburb
where you can't get a decent coffee
But anonymity allows you to wait
Until time doesn't exist anymore
And you can begin

To write the perfect poem
Wait until a rainy day
Then take the train to work
Because you don't want to bike today
You now have twenty precious minutes
To fill the page with transport-wobbly-scribbles
Yes it's noisy and smelly and you don't want to be here
But every moment counts if you want

To write the perfect poem
Wait until a rainy day
Take off all your clothes
And stand outside lifting your head and arms to the sky
Tell it all the secrets you've been hiding inside
Wrap yourself in clouds until you're warm and dry
And write
It doesn't have to be perfect