jimmy, you done did all your chores
your bills clutched in sweaty hands
queued confused in the empty bank
shopped in the supermarket of lonely men
buying ready meals in the cooler aisles
rushing mothers baskets stuffed with reason
jimmy, you were out breathing in the fresh spring air
of repeating life
thrilling
very mildly
at the 100 memories unlocked by the blue bushes and the wet mown council squares
jimmy, you watched the ground walking in front of your feet
examined the world down there/its infinite detail was claustrophobic jimmy
all the million tiny stones
and landscapes of bitten turf
and
when
back home jimmy;
you blink a flash of
torn mutton that’s screaming
and
the house is silent empty/zen acceptance in mortar
and wonky bricks
paint
peeling
in peace
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