it's in the very small hours that crammed cars
careen hilariously round the edges
of sleeping midlands towns,
drivers high on the pills thrills and greasy kisses
of last night dancefloors and it's
all back to mine
look, look: there's another one
another what?
another person walking on his own
by a bypass
at 5 a.m.
with a plastic bag.
what are they doing, these people?
maybe he's killed somebody
maybe, hey
another one and look:
this one's got a plank of wood.
go round again round again, go back
wind down
the window
WHAT ARE YOU DOING
WITH THAT THING?
hahahahahahahaha
gasps a wasted carfull
and in the bag there is a folded envelope containing an unpaid bill.
ReplyDeleteon the outside it says 2 - avos, 3 - blood & a phone number.
there is a t shirt and some socks
and a book on alexander the great. He always carries a book. he is a lover of history and you always need a dry flat surface if you like a bit of sniff.
can't remember the last time I put a line out on a toilet.
where is he going? where has he been?
wouldn't you like to know.
but he isn't like you
inner dialogue minimal
his solace and his hero is himself
sometimes unpleasant
very consuming
he is the original
working class narcissist
brought up on a diet of self preservation