YESTERDAYS MEN

 

yesterdays men
beige wrapped & dawn charmed

shamble & gamble
up the top 

to the paper shop

for their own personal choice
of infoprint prejudice meat

folded in half & carried home

for another naked breakfast

~

they navigate like history ships

weak wind in worn sails

round the pavements cement cracks

recounting recurring tales

&

they reach out to brick gateposts

for a hint of masked support

the flat shoe shuffle going slowly now

keeping it together till home port

JUICE & THE DR

give me Juice 
to survive

Juice is a metaphor

& 
a tail hungry snake

~

music & love 
animals & clouds
retweets & pulp
80s movies 90 mins long

etc & so on*

~

Juice is
organic opium fumes
& 
a high octane
soft web
of
downpour support

~

cos 
my dr is a cunt
my dr is a cunt
wibble wobble
wibble wobble
my dr is a cunt

from moodyeyereview.com

*please see previous poems