RAINING ON THE MEAT TRAIL

i dreamed again
i left a meat trail
in all the clinic bins

'look' the dr said
'you need money
& i need information'

& when i wake
i feel meatless
all things impossible


~


& the rain was small
was nice & fine & soft
was chilled pin pricks

outside the chemist

11 AM

anything possible

THE T SHIRT CHRONICLES VOL 1

any happiness
is just drier than the sea

his tshirt said

in military stencil font

an oil slick rainbow logo
over the left tit pockets
blue embroidered waves

~

'a full belly & the right pills
wont stop them coming
when they come for me'

he said  

nostrils flared

like an animal 

~

he was queueing
at the std clinic

& low over his manson lamps

he wore a che beret just so

thick leather portfolio
in a latex gloved hand

NEIGHBOUR SAYS

' the streets aint paved wiv gold anymore
  & theyre jumping off boats in the channel
  to make the navy pick them up !

  how do they pay for that ?  eh ?
  lucky they got money . . .

  & i told this dr rashiid
  my arthritis is too bad 
  for me to drive to her clinic
  & i cant pay £18 for a taxi 
  why should i ? '

  he says getting out of his car
  box of fosters under his arm
  

  & painters arrive
  to paint another coat
  on his pristine garage castle 

from royalnavy.mod.uk

CLINIC RECEPTION

the womans face is somehow unset
like
poured cement

she
sits
behind a desk
splashed with personal flair
thats
a
window
to
her home

as is accepted convention
i say my name and time

and
wonder
how
i
seem
to
her

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