no
one walks into an alley
like this alley
not
here
not tonight
not tonight
not
in this part of town
sky forbids stars
traffic
is hushed
well lit here but so what ?
rot
spreads
~
painted words on cement wall
harsh & illiterate
faded & true
but
so what ?
mutants
& sheep
& under my boots ?
the
busted plastic corners
of
a busted music cassette
~
magnetic tape
giddy
sleek
brown
un-spools into the shape of wind
that
takes me back
oh yes
oh yes
but
so what ?
theyre coming back too
~
got a length of pipe
might
be lead
like in cluedo
who knows ?
who knows ?
its all i need
metal gets it done
smoke butt after butt
perfect moreish poison
wait
just drag it out
like we all do
~
yesterdays papers
panic flapping & trapped
caught between the wind & a hard place
obits make the front page everyday
&
i feel like
we say goodbye
we say goodbye
to
the 20th C day by bastard day
but
so what ?
thin
sliced meat
~
throw my butt like i hate it
edge my boots
into
the
dirty white light
into
the
dirty white light
feels like a movie
& vice versa
but so what ?
its all spam
in the meat world
photo Reaching from the Dagenham Archive
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