BATTERED GURN OF FACE

after another death trial
ends with dawn port noise
&
after draining waste
out of the carbon loaf

then youre there
like an open sandwich

obvious as breakfast

wallet open & meat agog

for the day to dance
all over in railroad boots

blakey stamped backwards by bedtime
one hundredfold
on your battered gurn of face

  

 

TOILET TOOTS

i
piss
into
another
Armitage Shanks
down
on
a
Whiff Away cone

im in a supermarket cafe pisser
reminded of the boozers up town
by 
the
framed
ads
on
the
wall

clubnights and party websites
hotlines and affiliated plumbers

~

theyd always be mumbling
in the cubicles up town

stifled snorts of laughter 
amplified off the tile

loud nose clearing
sharp inhalations

gasps guffaws
an urgent impatient controlling vibe

then a clusterfuck of men 
looking half raped
would
fall
out
together

their 
eyes
all childlike guilt

that turns to empty bravado 
and shout-talking in lists
they
fight themselves 
back down the stairs

~

id be emptying myself
into old Armitage
watching out the corner of my eye

and sometimes
theyd 
be
a
forgotten wallet in there
fringed in fine white dusting

maybe a rolled up cityboy fifty
on the pissy floor

or
just
some sick
on a turd

~

id go back to sit down
happy with my heavy drinks

id
be
going
soft
inside

id feel like home and nowhere
in tune
with the bars 
stained timber 
loser
serenade

~

if i had any wraps of madness
theyd
be
saved
for when im somewhere
i 
can
control the music

id rather 
be
in
private
when i talk total balls
hooked on rolling news
laughing at my shoes

~

gurning faster-miles-an-hour
and playing only intros
is
best
with
few
witnesses
smashed in a similar delusion

from timeout.com

GONE FACES

all
you
gone and gurning faces
grinning
in
the
pool hall hash haze
and
crying odd tears
on
the rough beach
 
whose sun do you smile under now ?

all
you
troubled wannabes 
riding
the
real coattails 
brand new and retro
round
the 
evening mall

whose books do you borrow now ?

all
you
life beams in tight jeans
all
you
cap prats in hot hatches
the
weedy needy
the
steroid angry
who
starred in my gone reels
bit-parts
written out
under
bad
reviews

whose moon do you panic under now ? 

grinning and gurning
in
the
afterglow 

from rayleighsnooker.co.uk

FLASHBACKS IN TESCO

high street rush-bustle 7 PM
i spend £1.80 in a Tesco Extra
i am called LUVVIE

and

jim is in there
jim is in a rush
jim doesnt see me
theres grey in his beard
and weight on his waist

we went to college together 1990
he wore DMs then
hes wearing DMs now
he claimed to have a lucky testicle back then
hes got 2 kids now
maybe 3

i remember one lunchtime
when
we
tried
to
eat
a whole mormon bible

high street rush-bustle 7 PM
fag smoke drifts out an SUV window
by 
the new build on the old dairy land

i go sit in the car
wait for 8 o clock love train
watching
moving
faces
gurn

from theguardian.com