FOOD COURT MUSINGS

if young me from back then
saw this me right here now

what would he reckon ?

i reckon he would appreciate

my silence & the sunglasses

my boots & this hash brown

but anyway
what the feck can he know ?

the jefferson airplane
red stripe & rum muthafecker

all loose change & clippers

shell-top trainers & time

in two hoodies two hoodies

& those gig patinaed 501s

~

well my 

nothing & nowhere 10 AM 

dim lit mall fug morning

of right now

matches his 

ditto

from back then 

oh so perfectly

that together 

we both smile

SOME MORE MONDAY POPS

your
anecdotal
duff hand grenade
scrape

does not match

my 
napalm
nerve scorch


~


bars
are wooden

creak like boats
at sea

adventure
in both

rum in hand


~


i am adult

if the child 
who survives
pilot lights & afterburn

is adult


~


theres
an
out of tune piano
on dolphin avenue

binmen play it

one day
its gone


~


in 
a
supermarket tshirt
&
a primark hat

i present myself

to
bureaucracys
willful
blindspot


~


with 
age
comes
a
wisdom & maturity

a VIEW

that doesnt 
help anything


~


all roads
lead to
the stage

& then the loading zone

all the
world
is an 
island

in the sea

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SINCE THE VOICES I HEARD

my 
passenger seat 
blue moonface
dead gazes at
the time-slip ebay clocks 
ticking ticking ticking
relentless & showing

how
long
its
been
since the voices i heard
over my shoulder
when we were hanging
gaming & green blowing

were
meatworld
here

raw nerve slaying
burr edge dulling

our
bad run
warm rum 
delirium 
showing

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