THREE MINIPOPS

there something
nice about knowing

theres classy venues
out there by the seaside

where OMD
still gig

~

in the drought
you wait for rain

at the typer
window & desk

battened down
in the newspeak gale

~

scotch was

a benevolent fury
of self-heroism
on the cusp of heaven

back

in
the
bottle shop doorway

BAROQUE DAYS

a filigree personality 

& paper chain conscience

 

kitchen safe space

stairwell limbo

& the bottle shop dreamer

is orating

prose like rusty water

propped steaming

on a rococo pike railhead

now concrete cloud banks

& white brutalist sun . . .

baroque days - a mobius scarf

hang tight

hang five

hang it all

11 AM

denied
essential animal dirt
in
steel-glass jungles
we
knock on the bottle shop shutters 11 AM
cos
theres a rush-world out on mean streets
and
manufactured urgency in the Crapburgs
that
slice and dice our soft timber limbs-
  quick fuel
  for
  confusion fires
  that 
burn us to knock
on
the bottle shop shutters
11 AM
when 
day 
is already
too 
grey
to
stomach

from telegraph.co.uk

THE LONG ROAD TO EUSTON

i
was
flung 
undone
into a piss-alley valley 
of 
steel and glass
and
small dark parks
and
i smelt the danger
plainer and stronger
than the oil stink
of
the
chip shop wind
blowing on meat wagons
and
danger-stranger cabs
and
the 
bottle shops teemed with tension 
box fresh trainers
take-away boys
and
steamed henchman
and
i only wanted scotch
in 
a
late night pre fight high street
reaching
chuck-out o clock
at
the 
graffiti stops
of
worn red stools
and
tall cocktail fools 
and 
old ale drinkers swore at their angry dogs
and
i
was
drunk but thirsty
holding tight ready money
hot
flushed
and
sweaty
flung
undone
in
a
bottle shop almost closing
on
the long road to Euston

from timeout

LONG STORY SHORT

you

are

what

i

thought

could would never happen

so i drank

and

when

i did stop drinking

you happened

so no one dare to wake me from my tangerine dream now

or

remind me of the bottle shop way

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