MY THERAPIST DISAGREES

if ignorance is bliss
then my assumption
that
the
gormless grinning masses
know nothing
of their land & plight
is correct

my therapist disagrees
but i seen him
in his quarter-zip m&s knitwear

out there

with the al fresco tossers
smiling at their frappuccinos
in the streetside city exhaust

just another 

poundshop dalai lama

throwing code words

at the encroaching dark

  

TEFLON DICK AND THE AL FRESCO TOSSERS

TEFLON DICK

objectively observing 
the died days gone past
from 
the
imaginary sanitorium picture window
of my helter skelter mind

my coping strategy 
appears to have been

Drink It
and
act
like 
a 
Teflon Dick




AL FRESCO TOSSERS

too much 
i shouted

al fresco tossers

at
any
up-town pub crowd 
that overflowed
onto
the
streetside
market crates

cos the tossers werent 

drinking properly enough

for
me

pic from thelondonist.com

HARD TO REMEMBER IT ALL CLEARLY

walking back to school after lunch
198?
alone
duh

and theres this blind corner
where this big puddle builds
and girls
run round it
to not get splashed by traffic

today its dry tho
i might have double science
not sure
but there is no puddle

not of rain anyway

anyway theres this kid out in the road
p****** m***** i think his names was

or is ?

and hes fitting
epileptic or whatever
not sure
but hes gone and bitten thru his tongue

its off
laying there by his head
like something from the butcher

the pooling blood looks purple

hes not in my year
i dont remember doing anything
i was shut down
unphasable

theres two girls
twins
at the corner
hands over their mouths

traffic has stopped

i think i remember an ambulance coming

i was shut down
unphasable
and
i
walked on
to double science

i think it was a
wednesday afternoon
and 
what a class of tossers that was 

from flickr.com by Mike-Lee

STRAIGHT AND SHALLOW SHEEP

she wears torn tights
under cut-off denim
  so
she must
  be 
off to Forbidden Planet 
to find some comic book no ones heard of
  or

we've
heard
  of
  it 
but she was there before
    at
      the
        beginning
        when
        IT MATTERED - see ?  look at my tights !
 

hes
got a super skinny suit on
  looks like he couldnt 
  bend down 
  to pick up
  a dropped iphone
he must want to get into club night promotion
  altho
    he's
      stuck in Tiger Tiger by the gig room
          for
          now

  and
  all
  the
half-shaved thick-mops towering dramatic
  over
wild full beards and pastel shorts -
  the
  dapper
  mountain
  men
who've only ever climbed Primrose Hill
  must be ...

  must be ...

  well 
  maybe ... organic steampunk IT farmers ?

we play distraction o clock
  in
leopard onesies driving BMWs across the sink estate dusk
  or
striding ubertoss on gentrified boroughs graffiti'd cement
  on
  kids scooters
  or
  roller blades 
  wondering
          how 
            far
              back
                does
                  RETRO
                    live ?    
  and
stealing
  nerds
classic accidental tucked-in mum-bought look
  and
  selling
  it
  in labels
  to
straight and shallow sheep
  feet
    pointy
      like
        clowns
 

  too - 
  norm-core falls from some jaded journalists head
cos
obviously
all
we
are
is 
  cat walk dollies
even
when 
we're 
not
  cat walk dollies - 
      like 
      theres 
      no 
      more 
      pressing problems 
        than
          wardobes
            and
              mirrors
            for
          earths
        premier
      cutlery 
    monkeys
  busy
bombing their lives into the sick nuclear sea

from thefashionista