STEPPENWOLF ON MY MIND

& 

the things become other things

once you clocked in

& neck deep

in the balls 

of the ruined net curtains

its mad max 

& steppenwolf

on my mind

DAYLIGHT CROPPED BY THE YELLOWED HALF-NETS

the nose sweat
from too many
salt & vinegar
potato crisps

reminds me of the pinball machines
of the whos tommy & star trek tng
in the back corner of the public bar

cider pints & marlboro reds

daylight cropped

by the yellowed half-nets

thames mud stink
creeping up to
the marijuana wall

(AMONG OTHER THING) COLLEGE WAS

the new worlds of old-men pubs
at 
dusty nowhere noon 
quiet like dead planets 
the 
souls of fried flies trapped 
in nicotine net curtains
over 
original ancient window panes 
and
unplayed 
Bleach 
on 
the 
unplugged jukebox
 

from geography.org.uk