BETWEEN THE MOTORWAY & THE SLIPROAD & THE BRIDGE

& nowhere to be

& there we are

in the seeding grass

of no-mans-land

one hundred cigarettes deep

between the motorway

& the sliproad

& the bridge

& traffics full on

& windscreens flash white 

& up all night

& quoting steppenwolf now

on this wildflower clay

between the motorway

& the sliproad

& the bridge

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

PUB DAYS & CAT STREETS

in the pub
stare at the carpet

smoke / mean laugh / real laugh
rounds in & down / quadruples

kill the fear or try
feel different or try
& fall down the hill

fight the parked cars
like steppenwolf
like don quixote

drain pocket bottles
on the bowling green turf

stars & halloween clouds
& a yellow asking moon

follow
follow
follow
& protect my hoody back

down all the cat streets to home

photo by Kathy Morales on Unsplash