when i knocked at his door
on school-out mornings
his mum always answered
hungover & put out
smoking a superking
in her dressing gown
jeans on the ironing board
vodka soda on the side
& she would shout for him
up the stairs like for a dog
& we would go out on bikes
to wait the morning out
on a building site
pissing in the crevices
or down some alley
rolling with the nothing
cos really
i dont think we got on at all
we were just at the same school
with compatible video games
in 1984
or thereabouts
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