Day in the life of a Poet (September 2020)

Suburban rapture 

 -- Dusk builds in the distance

behind the drab grey

Corporation tennis courts.

Fading football matches

scurry to a last goal wins

disputed conclusion.

Clouds of Rothmans

and Embassy, filter 

upwards --

Suburban rapture.

She loves he loves 

we love we hate

West Ham run

ACAB etc---

Brick wall, Fluoro script, 

the Newtown Rosetta.

Another cider night

in the den. Rituals.

-- Bringing us closer

to the end. 

Day in the life of a Poet (September 2020)

Russell Square Tuesday

-- Still hiding behind 
cigarette smoke
after all these years.

On the top deck, 
the metallic
click in the back clack
of the throat.
--- shouldn't be drinking 
on the way to work really
but who is going to stop me.
I'll get off at the stop 
after the office
and sit in the park 
awhile. 

---- Birdsong
traffic hum
diesel fog
vodka fumes.

The Russell Square
Cabmen's shelter
---- one oasis amidst 
the madness.

Before the inevitable. 
-- revolving glass doors
cold design, hot desks.
I'm sure nobody suspects.
Staff protocols/free coffee.
------ Well, maybe they do
but if they do
they sure as hell don't care.

-- It seems like everyone 
has got their own world 
to worry about these days.

And I mean everyone...

Poll Results - Sunny Day

You would prefer to spend a beautiful English Summers Day

In a park (66%)
On the beach (33%)
In the pub (0%)
In bed (0%)

Which comes as a bit of a surprise. You quaint old things you...