If you stay in one poem long enough
You’ll meet everyone
I’ve ever met
If you drink in Wetherspoons
This sunny morning, my ex-wife
Once she starts the proceedings.
I’m glad I got some new shoes
For previously I had none of my own
A small 9 in place of a large 7
Must find that student and buy him a beer.
Not many people live in Trisant and
I’ve met two of them today
Tied a Palestine Solidarity banner
To some railings
Not damaging the flowers.
“So she left you and goes out with G—?”
No! That’s her dad.
“Sorry, I don’t know the neighbours;
I live a quarter of a mile away.”
Twenty-four miles in someone else’s shoes.
Ten pounds (discounted) to obviate the agony
In my ankles.
They point and stare, I stare and point.
Zero eight hundred
Zero two three
Zero zero two three.
Fore english press one
I pressed one.
Nothing else to say
Nothing else intended
I’m alive – a recurse to a dream.
Parallel or parallax
Whom is it that I attacks,
And what’s egg-nog anyway.
17 miles of barbed wire
I didn’t have a scarf
We’re not done yet.
Academic travellers wearing Sister of Mercy t-shirts
Parade the streets
And find my pubs.
And leave – and look back
And turn to salt
Maybe she was just interested
Or had a camera and wished t0 document
A band seemingly unavailable on FLAC.
O god! People are in the pub.
I’ll have to queue
Except my girlfriend’s size 7 shoes
Worth a piss to risk?
Ted Baker top that cost me 7 quid from a shop in Brixton.
Somebody else’s shoes.
My dad’s jacket
(Tho’ it’s mine now.)
Peanuts that I haven’t bought yet and won’t.
Knees hips and shakers
Pinstriped blue on white or white on blue
“Don’t wear a tracksuit, they won’t let you in.”
Hair, pigeons, pavement.
Hypocrisy and ridicule in reverse order.
The aggravating tourists run for the train
Whilst old ladies in faded lurid pink trundle on
And that guy wonders whether he was with them.
Shit! That is my train
Hard to miss when it comes only every two hours
Shame you were watching slugs eat cat biscuits.
There’s no sense warding evils off with salt
When the ground will take all you can give it.
Sheer dampness — dank
Mauve and cyan, a football top’s colours
And a plastic bag glaring “Matalan”.
Shop online — save time
Save jesus — su nioj.
Three out of four.
I can see what you can’t see either.
Roll away in your merry-go-around