Showing posts with label car keys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label car keys. Show all posts

Thursday, 18 December 2014

FUCKTOWN MONKEYS

  

in
shrunk cap-sleeves
picked
for
swollen gym guns
and
long shorts 
showing tattoo shapes 
painted
on
powder-bulked calves
fucktown monkeys
banter over-loud 
dull bravado
ALRIGHT LUV to the barmaid 
but
they
never
meet her blonde
bambi-mother 
eyes
while
the missus 
sits
silent and lost 
and
disinterested
and
sitting with 
legs wide
their 
balls clearly humungous
they
bounce a kicker boot 
up down up down
and
jangle car keys
and
clutch a phone
and
look their missus
up down up down
who's
sitting silent
and lost
and
disinterested
then
their
mobile bleeps 
a 
download ringtone
and
piss-hole 
piggy eyes
focus middle distance
as
self-importance 
lifts their
babystubble chin
and 
its all YER MATE, OUT IN PUB INNIT
and
after the call
they're silent
and lost
and
disinterested
and
stare out the window
at a blonde 
across the street
under
the Costa sign
with
Esso garage 
petrol prices
and shes silent 
and lost
and
disinterested
her dead gaze 
on
her 
pierced nails


from banananails .blogspot

Wednesday, 11 June 2014

CONDIMENT WOMEN



you glimpse a moment
or it stares at you
becomes 
a
THING
so you scribble it down in a secret book
pleased
you saw it
pleased 
you noticed you noticed its standard horror
and
you
wrap it up fresh and quick and keep it on ice
in 
a 
freezer bag

and
its
nurses again - theatre staff really
in anonymous blues and paper caps
eyes 
are pools 
are angels 
are nuns - sun in black rainstorms
shining
from
the
over-washed uniformity

and
when
changed 
and
clutching car keys clocking out
they 
look
somehow
just 
like 
condiments
in a hungover breakfast nook




from jeremyriad.com