( in a dept store cafe )
theres a woman
cackling over
her grandchild
then
she
lists
items
in a standard xmas dinner
her family are on their phones
theres an old lady
barking
like an asthmatic dog
like an emphysema crow
at
a
flaking pastry
theres her daughter
on crutches
talking
slow
so slow
slow as illness
and quiet as a cloud
theres a silent man
nothing to eat
no tea cup and saucer
a shine of use
on his knees
on his arse
of
his
cheap black asda slacks
theres a man in a cap
eyes invisible
check shirt
tucked in
trousers high
checking out the seed stand
for
20
minutes
before choosing nothing
~
i dont fit in here
thats why i need to be here
( says
my
ego )
i make the picture
i represent
the contrast and context
no
one
is
looking for
( says
my
ego
sadly )
~
just another meat puppet
dancing
strings
pulling
at his arm
at his hand
at his pen
scribing
words
like
spiders legs
in
a
small lined
spiral bound
scribble pad
in a stop and start coffee dream
from thompson-morgan.com
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