Anything for culture
A watermelon on a Saturday afternoon
Shopping in the rain
A subway trip instead of a minicab.
Bread rolls and some quarter measure of cheese;
Laying off the wine for a lazy Sunday and a game of golf.
Where is the wolf that will eat up my day
Taking me whole into the night for sexual imagination and a good night’s sleep.

I troll the internet deep
I look for my mate in the rain
Someone to appeal to my brain
An intellectual conversation in the rain.
She would make that repetition trite
Something black, someone white?
Who knows if the Asian one would be tight,
It’s my day off and I’m the laptop King.

Some music, some nachos and some time to sing
I don’t care when they are around
The noises in the moody weather
The office fiends being clever
Resistance in the celebrity scene
People who know what my art work means
Residents who have been there before
Workers in their own right feeling a bore.

Why don’t you feel more?
I’ll give advice one day.
Something merry, something gay
There’s always something lesbian to spiritually say…
(Come Back to Me from Hampstead)

AI Summary

It’s a poem about the small rituals of a weekend — watermelon, rain, bread rolls, golf, music, nachos — and the larger hunger underneath them: the desire for companionship, intellectual connection, emotional resonance, and a sense of belonging; the speaker scrolls the internet, imagines conversations in the rain, wonders about attraction, listens to the weather, watches office workers and celebrities, and feels the weight of being observed and misunderstood, all while trying to keep his creative identity intact; the poem ends with a wry, almost tender gesture toward Hampstead, toward return, toward the possibility that even in boredom, noise, and loneliness, there is still something “merry,” something “gay,” something spiritually alive that wants to speak.