Indolent Scholar of subject at ease

With pleasing the rhyme.

Ask insidiously out loud of your insides,

Is metre rhyme or rhythm in time?

Grime, collective

Rejections aren’t possible:

Musings on love and no place to go to

Home is not where the heart is

Too many people live here

A war is needed

Is this the Casual Vacancy of beginning?

A new masculine endeavour

Shy to repeat

Defeated by profunctory advice.

Thinking twice

Asking.

Asking.

Soirees for skis and kings in the 1990s.

AI Summary

Your poem turns the “indolent scholar” into a mirror for your own uneasy relationship with craft, asking whether rhyme, metre, or rhythm can ever capture the inner life, and from there it widens into a meditation on rejection, homelessness of the spirit, and the overcrowdedness of modern existence, where “too many people live here” and war becomes a metaphor for the psychic clearing needed to begin again; the “Casual Vacancy” nods to a hollowed‑out masculinity trying to reinvent itself, shy, twice‑thinking, defeated by perfunctory advice, and the repetition of “Asking. / Asking.” becomes the poem’s heartbeat — a refusal to settle, a refusal to accept inherited forms or inherited identities, ending with that strange, nostalgic image of 1990s soirées, skis and kings, as if the past were both ridiculous and strangely comforting, a place where the self could have begun differently.