homeless come from stuggling farms country silence to army deep-end postings to londons cul-de-sac parks nursing busted limbs with brown beer between fist fights for found empties and screaming rows over stolen fivers and staking out with brotherless claws warm dry night territories under tourist bridges rumbling with commuter trains to [surprise] learn chess in hospital rehab and travel the world with wealthy indians playing at competition level
the spring air holds a taste somehow of all the seasons on its quiet backdoor breath and in the sounds of birds still tho the world is a cock in my ear dry-fingering any tender hole in the funeral of monday morning
to be absent from work for an extended period is to be at once mysterious and forgotten and any return to anything but instantly re-established status quo for instance shorter hours and a lighter work load results in strange silences and half-looks across the department even tho procedure has been followed without favour
ex-soldiers on fucktowns ear-bite streets work temp contracts in the malls dusty backways demobbed and dumb tight with steroids and shruken tempers fighting off duty cops on a drinking night in the light of a MacDonalds window locked up now on Dartmoor painted too real from wars smudged palette of greys and red
dont we know we're all cold together on the bottle shop corner burning for a hit of Love or fix of Ideas under the same round moon that seems to MEAN something with its gangster stare sneaking and creeping street low behind terraces or high and mocking in silver clouds looking down at us adding up pitiful dollar-pounds in front of sick blue tv chattering repition like dim dawn birds in the label language of cement concrete and city clay ?