saturday AM Aldi opening time
stands
a throwback / a resilient retro rocker
locked in the same groove
for decades
a head full
of
Charlie
Feathers
he has a towering white quiff
scraped up out of thin hair - plastered lines
climbing
up from his ears
he is all in pale denim
and
under his neat turn ups
is two clear inches of ribbed white sock
and
an
old
mans
shuffle
wheres he been ? and whats he seen ?
fish hooks behind leather lapels
on
a
saturday night Triumph rally
struggling with petrol rationing ?
or
the
same
suburban working mans clubs of flat soapy ales
for
50 years
stubbing out woodbines
on the same
bar lino ?
he survived
hippies punks skidkids faux-romantics
skaheads and skins and casuals and baggies
his
LOOK
survived - 1956 says his quiff 6 inches high
rigid
in the car park petrol breeze
and the
fast food smell
coming in from the market
i am timeless it says
his face is collapsed / a matt finish
hanging on his old skull
like a ball-bag shaved in the dark
his face smudged on
in
wet
charcoal
from artrebels.com
