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i'd have drowned persistent nagging guilt
every sunset
    and
cashed a dole check
    in the 
Saturday afternoon post office 
    with 
brown package dweebs and pension crumblies
    feeling
    all
    out
    of
horrible place and awful time
    or
have part-time warehouse wages
    in 
    a
brown envelope with a clear window 
    so 
    you 
    can 
    see
the shiny coins and crisp notes 

either way - money buttoned up
    in
    my
army surplus pockets
    with
cinema tickets and bus tickets and cigarette papers
    and
        god
            knows
what else - was a pocket hoarder then

slice of bread

slate hash pipe

    nothing 
    was a surprise in there anymore
    and
always
    a
walkman
with a tape of 
Mind    Expanding    Rock
    
    then
i'd burn a quick j in the empty street
    before
    the
train into town packed with day-off theatre couples
over dressed and feeling it
    and 
burn one walking to the Tower Hill tube
    past
early clock-off commuters and hungry late-lunch hunters
    and
tourists flocking round the Novotel 
    or
climbing off coaches with European plates
    and 
burn another somewhere not that discreet at all
    in 
Charing Cross or Victoria
    before

            HIGH

i'd ride old wooden carriages with dead-cushion benches 
    and 
sliding doors to the corridor 
reminded me of b & w films
    where 
men in macs smoke filter-less fags
    hats
        tipped
            back
on their heads and i'd roll
    out
    of
    South London
    into
    the
    green
rolling hills of Kent on some dirty adventure 
    
    headphones 
        playing

Mind    Expanding    Rock    
    
    a soundtrack
    to
    my

paranoia

    and
back then this gave me an Edge
i THOUGHT this gave me an Edge
    and
my Drinking

well, that was POLITICAL

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