LISTEN UP

you hear something?

sure did mister . . .

the bang of future-now!

and
two
no
three
muggers in the car park
high-tops
crunching on the gravel

but you dont know that mister

you cant see them your lobes are tight with dioxide

thats stereotypes that is

have a look turn round see them in the streetlight?

yes mister 
three
pasty faces
and
suits
and
good shoes
their eyes weak with thin justification

and thats not gravel mister

no?

no thats the finger bones of the state
and
the
skulls
of
the
schools . . .

hand on your wallet mister 
and
keep moving
stay in the shadows

bide your time . . .