FUCKTOWN CORE REDUX

there 
was 
a

fucktown CORE

booze rebellion

sneezing speed 
over 
dry 
hash cracks

deranged delusion demigods

high on IQ isolation

playing

ancient

music

in Englands quaint leftovers

~

&

the CORE went OUT

into nights dark answers

&

broke things
climbed things
redefined things

ridiculous

hilarious 
terrifying . . . 
. . . & true

~

&

we bled real blood
&
we bled metaphorical blood

in

the

face of the Nowhere & the Nothing

on

the

flat-bottle streets of video shops 
& wind-blown panic-chased rizla

waiting

always

waiting

~

on

the Bread Slipper Lane kerb stones

where the alleys of yesterday meet

&

on

the empty rec ground cricket crease

coughing blunts at the moon

we were
waiting

always

waiting

for

SOMETHING . . .

. . . more & else

from the42.ie