dawn was hot boiled eggs was an ersatz citrus shower*
dawn was all the flashbacks the above entail
& they would crowd me like inside a kaleidoscope on my way to work hangover in my backpack wheels in the wet memories on tap
on tap ? dam burst !
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*SHOWER PRODUCT FLASHBACK
the school organised work experience bus journey to the dead dead office** of drawing boards & resentment & nose hair & silence the radio could not cut & that ammonia copier in the windowless room downstairs away from them
(& lunch in the murky mall bench outside Our Price everyone buying Superdrug hair gels
& Pet Shop Boys lps & shrieking at fashion)
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**DEAD OFFICE FLASHBACK
sat on the carpet after spam & beans
& kids lunchtime TV shows Playschool
going thru the round window
or thru the square window
to show me the factories & the working farms & the grey grey grey of it all when i was four
4. THE CLOUDS like sheep when sheep hide their legs and head but moving still as if blown on a wind 5. THE RAIN like the shower* but bigger and outdoors to keep the animals** clean
in the shower- every time i think of that interview madonna gave on the tv where she said pissing in the shower is good for your feet and anyone who doesnt well theyre a liar well in the shower- i can never relax those muscles now cos i think of madge doing it and she always squatting and its so off and i wonder if shes doing it right now while i piss in the toilet like a loser
i have 8 day dreams before i got the first coffee down me and the shower on at the wall a mashpot of dark fantasy and last weeks movies with faces from the Then and the Now playing bit parts for scale and then in the shower i am insulated surrounded cocooned and wombed in the hot inside rain its the peak of human civilisation and i will get out cheaply reborn and take on the days sanity but not just yet
tv does a countdown of xmas movies without finesse all low grade critics and soap faces talking personal experience not objective critique and when they've done Die Hard and Trading Places she goes to shower the long day off herself while i sit cross legged on the bedspread in a crisp white towel and meditate to the sound of running dancing water for one long minute