jeans forever
jimmy dean
times square hail
& soho sun
sopranos
on the tv
cardiac mobsters
buttered lobsters
tesco tuxedos
in pine barrens snow
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high street rush-bustle 7 PM
i 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
a 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
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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
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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
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