sometimes
what i do is pick a title
before i written anything
i write where i am
& add a word on whim
so here goes
Cafe Nuptials -
~
Cafe Nuptials
i half recognise someone
but thats just being out
( disregard that - false start )
~
Cafe Nuptials
i carry a tray
for a lady
struggling on sticks
her husbands gone off somewhere
they do that i say
me having gone off somewhere myself
&
in a booth
my
tired
leaking
meat
googles news
( bit better - should stop here )
~
carboloading
i try to remember
if my
'vote'
was ever
'successful'
when thatcher was voted out ?
when thatcher was voted out
Its All Over Now Baby Blue
played out of student hatchbacks
on another pub-side lunch-run
( i didnt stop -
burped a memory pop instead )
~
&
with
the
homeless osmosis wisdom
of
my
designated years
i
know
now
that democracy
is / was
an aim
an Ideal
eroded in white bread slices
ever since rights were hard won
( i swell with faux profundity )
~
protesters are banned
from the capital streets
&
a gold toilet is stolen
& i think -
green is the colour
our children shall miss the most
(eco-conscious blab plus headlines )
~
&
i think i am maybe against borders
&
the bomb-bang lands
are only miles away
just air between us
consensus & air
( basic philosophy & maps )
~
swelling
with
faux profundity
in
the
cafe nuptials
of coffee & world & me
i stroke the blind glass
under a false ceiling
( slip in the title & some commonality )
~
this glass
we touch
we cant SEE thru . . .
&
i feel like
i am
at the end of something
& i dont mean just this coffee
( repetition & sign off )
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