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from arcademuseum

after
burger van
bacon rolls

fatty - chewey - good
 
we go down the pier
in army surplus and dusty boots
and
hit 
the
arcades
with
pockets heavy with last nights bar change
and 
cider hangovers 
drowned and subdued
by
electric bells
and
ancient patterned carpets spiraling like headaches
and
too
much

Tekken

old people in macs
sat
outside
on sheltered benches

tearing up bread for gulls
and
reading
folded
papers
look
like
colourised 1950s news reels
 
w e get drunk again
in the half-way bar 
shaking with storm waves and sea gales
the 
tide
surging
angry and white underneath thin planks
and
charging
up
the
stone
beach 
in a mad disease of froth

a tv crew set up 
and pretend they're in a different town 

we throw peanuts at them 
and
call
them
out
on their lie

i've no money 
for

a 
Neds Atomic Dustbin gig that night
so
i wait in a borrowed car
parked

in
a
steep hill car park

i smoke joints
and
look out at the black and the dotted lights

wondering and wondering
 

then i try to sleep

freezing cold - itchy - angled

later 
we're
in a five story house of stairs 
and cupboard bathrooms
and
someone crushes up E's at bedtime 
on
the
coffee table with a dessert spoon
and
filling his nose
runs
off
to
catch
the 
last 
train to Charing Cross

while
we
stay
and
laugh
and
drink
from
tins
and
wonder
if he made it
and
make up bizarre scenarios
about
his
journey

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