SNAPSHOT POPS, SUMMER

standing

at the

corner

of the

building

BBQ afternoon S. London.

look

up

4 storeys/brick & guttering/a black cross

is a

plane

high in

the grey summer haze.

i’m side lit by the sun around the corner.

i’m

drunk & unstable

cheap doubles & pool

early afternoon

in the

Bloomsbury/i won 2 out of 3.

photo man laughing in 8 quid chair.

i’m blinkered

in the

unfinished garden

by shades

and 

by booze.

there

is a fence/we look thru the knots

at a plush

unused lawn

& blank

concrete

wall

begging for

improvised tags.

there is

a bike

there now

that wasn’t

there earlier/it is

white & red.

playing football

in the road

outside

with a

tiny

English football/i kick

it

tho

really

i

cannot.

i ask

for matches

& i’m

given

green cardboard

& told

THIS

IS MATCHES.

i doubt reality & the names of things.

i light the BBQ/hot by the wall.

shovel

raw coals

about

with

a trowel.