Showing posts with label tesco. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tesco. Show all posts

Monday, 11 November 2019

CLOTHES & TV 1



jeans forever
jimmy dean 

times square hail
& soho sun

sopranos 
on the tv

cardiac mobsters
buttered lobsters

tesco tuxedos
in pine barrens snow





January | 27 in Twenty Twelve

from annaweezy.wordpress.com








Monday, 1 February 2016

FLASHBACKS IN TESCO



high street rush-bustle 7 PM
spend £1.80 in a Tesco Extra
i am called LUVVIE

and

jim is in there
jim is in a rush
jim doesnt see me
theres grey in his beard
and weight on his waist

we went to college together 1990
he wore DMs then
hes wearing DMs now
he claimed to have a lucky testicle back then
hes got 2 kids now
maybe 3

i remember one lunchtime
when
we
tried
to
eat
whole mormon bible

high street rush-bustle 7 PM
fag smoke drifts out an SUV window
by 
the new build on the old dairy land

i go sit in the car
wait for 8 o clock love train
watching
moving
faces
gurn

from theguardian.com

Monday, 4 January 2016

SUPERMARKET CAFE POPS



1.

  the 
  old stone church tower 
  up on the marsh hill
is
always
aroused 

  pushing its godhead
up
over
the
shopping cement sprawl 

  that
diminishes
its symbol
  but never its 
  hard
  architecture


2.

  never looking up
are
the
mice men 
rat boys
and eyebrow girls

  busy
  with
  plastic
  and fries

  never looking up 


3.

under 
steel and glass
i sip my coffee
and
i count my pains
  in
  the
  indoor muted hubbub
  the
human highway has become


3.

in a fuckchain foodhouse 
i
eat a sandwich / tastes of packing foam
and
write
some more tesco-ftown-meh-drek
thats
like
sitting doing awkward shitting 

  laying behind me
  a 
  dump 
  that still itches deep
  when 
  i am
  done


 from photolibra.com

Monday, 7 December 2015

CAFE AND NEWSPAPERS



1.

newspapers
bingo distract and fear control 
  a sleeping mass
  of unused might
  that
  could 
  be Heroes

  if
  informed and taught 


2.

  the tesco cafe
is 
full 
of
unplucked
sketch show characters
  
they
  rot inside invisible
  like
  angels - gin soaked / useless and forgotten
  on
  a 
  Bowery stoop


3.

  i always look at the empty cafe tables
for
abandoned
newspapers
  tho the twists and lies
  will give me hives
  and
settle
a
black despondancy 
and
blue hopelessness
over
the
day

 from ebay.co.uk