the bungalow cul-de-sac
is flat as a playmat
& the static house dad
watches sports tv
& does not turn his head
~
& chino'd in an armchair
under dormer corner stairs
you wait in the strange
& finger comb gel glue
out your flop flick hair
~
youre shit-disco bound
if you can stick it
there are no drugs yet
& your hand sweats up
your lonely ten pound note
Photo by Jonathan Farber on Unsplash
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