FEELING OLD BUT KINDRED

after dark
theres laughter
from over the rec

unhinged in the dark velvet

they must be huffing glue
or nitrous
or something new

bless their stab at freedom

but such dangerous escape

i think

feeling old but kindred

ALIVE ALIVE

rec ground
in
big weather

we held our coats open
& caught the wind
& sailed with it

& all the trees 
were shaking elemental

& i felt 
alive alive

13 ? 14 ?

spectrums
&
unattainable
sportswear 

c&a ski coats

&

the 
bloody custody
lie of school

from shelflife.co.za

ROSE ON THE PEER TIDE

rec ground-
i am young

group of us 
off pubward

got cash
got keys

i - a Proper Person

big words
body shots

crest a hill

Arriving !

~

crossing the cricket crease-

a long
second
of pure
natural
metabolic buzz

no shame
youth electric
a crusade

memorable 
like 
a 
parking garage attack 

small world
at
my
mistaken feet

~

grolsch & scotch
b&h & bics

sash windows
shoved up

summer night
graveyard song

magical now

then - tight & cluefree

abandoned into awkward embrace

rising
on
the
peer
tide

living 
the coroners report

from pinterest.com

TWO MONDAY POPS

1. REALITY SLIP

'A black cat went past us, then another just like it.'
'How much like it?  Was it the same cat?'
                    Neo and Trinity talk deja vu 


when you drop
some tiny thing

in the stretched moments
before you find it

you
question
if it was even there
in the first place

cos our reality and faith

is that thin



2. END TIME PLAN

'Asylums are full of people who
never built a bomb in their lives.'
                    Dr Farley Munroe


when i hit an existential low
and worry the Worst

mutually assured destruction

yeah those mad games

i
remind
myself
theres
a seed bank

locked away somewhere
in antarctica

and sane minds there
who keep it fresh and cool

and too
that the corner shop
isnt far

and
i
can
get
fags
there
and go chain smoke marlby reds
on the rec

and reacquaint myself with gin
and the ghosts of friends and life
from the streets
of my formation

holding
hands
with love
and
the good times

dr strangelove from britannica.com

CORE

there was a CORE
a
fucktown CORE
of
booze rebellion / sneezing speed over the dry hash cracks
derranged and delusion demigods high on IQ isolation
playing
ancient
music
in Englands quaint 20C leftovers
and
out - the CORE went OUT
into 
the 
nights dark answers / asking brand new questions
and
broke things / climbed things / redifined things
as
ridiculous / hilarious / terrifying . . . never true
and 
bled real blood / bled metaphorical blood
in
the
face of the Nowhere and the Nothing
on
the 
flat-bottle streets of video shops and wind blown rizla
waiting
always
waiting
on 
the Bread Slipper Lane kerb stones
where the alleys of yesterday met
and
on
the empty rec ground cricket crease 
coughing blunts at the moon 
waiting
always
waiting
for
SOMETHING 
to 
happen

early jefferson airplane from mstrychowska.deviantart.com