CRUMPETS

somewhere beneath
the
hurtling white noise
of 
folky cover songs and hot blonde images in hair gel ads
and
echoed memories of any-fecking-thing from years ago/1999's cocaine park/pre-millenium tension
and
the crazy dreams where i change personality and colour and doorbells are all queen songs/i'm an actor/playing a runner
and
the two or three decades old chart hits/bad ones always bad ones
and
the rolling reviewing last conversations and texts and yesterdays
is
a
voice thats me
saying
make coffee and crumpets
and
watch a dvd