when i was a kid
i knew this kid
lived over the other side of the park
beyond the fire path
and the cycle barriers
and
all
the
big flea dart bushes
he always had a knife with him
pen knife
but a big one
he had a mouth full of bullshit
and
we called him a perv
before we knew what one was
there
was
sickness
in his eyes
he knocked on my door one night
the time was inappropriate
he was turned away
he stayed out there in the half-light
sawing
at the
conifers
with his knife
i
watched from my window
peeping from behind the net curtain
and
he
disappeared after that
years later we're both soul-sucked
dying of retail
working in the mall
trying to remember our dreams
and
one saturday theres a bomb threat
the whole place opens late
car parks full
police horses crapping in the bus station
and
queues of hungry shoppers
at the big glass doors
he'd rung his hoax into Special Branch
he was after an easy weekend
with his perversions
and
knives
he used his home phone
he was easily busted
and had to write an apology
to every retail unit in the mall
to
be
pinned to Nobo boards
in the staffrooms
the IRA had been knocking about in Canary Wharf
with a Transit full of explosives
and
there'd been that Pub in Covent Garden too
blown to bits one summer afternoon
so
that
was
the
least of what he had to do
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