Sunday 22nd October

TOUCHING THE SUN FOR CURVES:

Brown sauce on the side,
Salty sweet,
Are you worth it?

You’re meant to move your arms when you walk you muppet!
What you thinking?
Looking like a giant in dark glasses,

This is not Manhattan,
It’s Essex,
The stripes are on the inside,

Who left the door open?
It’s freezing!

(K)

Friday 20th October

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BEFORE THEY WENT 1-0 DOWN: 

They were knockin’ the ball about lovely,
He hasn’t married her yet,
So she’s still laughing,
Eating things on sticks,
With delicate fingers,
In the most exotic restaurant in town

TATTOO STUDIO:

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Where a lone fluorescent clown,
In a top hat on stilts,
Tickles the heads of children with a feather duster,
Makes them laugh,
In the arms of mothers,
Shopping for distraction

BURGERS FOR LUNCH AGAIN:

Hole in the wall,
Piss on the floor,
Exposed cracks of arses

DO YOU WANT CHIPS WITH THAT?:

 “Noodles is the mess”
A mother explains,
“And then all the stuff comes on top,
You know what I mean?
It’s different”

YOU CAN’T SAY THAT!:

You can’t say that,
Your can’t say that word,
I don’t like that word,
You got it form school,
I never meant to swear!
Frustration,
Doggy-bag to go

MUSHROOM:

You & me in the ocean,
You can have my portion,
Do you want me to feed ya?
Tasty,
Touches your delicate lips,
On,
And on,
And on

(K)

 

Thursday 19th October

DISTINCTLY PRECINCT:

A carousel turns but the music is too quiet, 
A young mother smiles at her young child, 
Riding a plastic pony, 
A skinny girl walks fast with a cardboard coffee, 
Pale skin accessory, 
A thin Blue rinse passes the flower stall, 
Any bunch for a quid,
Henry Moore leaves statues in Bronze worth millions, 
Defying poverty & hard times, 
Alone on the precinct, 
Between coffee & greeting card chains,
A half eaten pizza goes cold on a bench, 
With no one around, 
What’s that then? 

(K) 

Wednesday 18th October

HOW THE HELL DO YOU PARK IN THIS TOWN?:

All the parking bays are too close,
Too tight,
A concrete post next to every driver’s door,
But,
It’s been freshly painted,
So it smells like ‘hope’,
And all the floors are colour coded,
Like a plastic garden,

I take a picture to remind me where I left the car,
Take the stairs ’cause I’m too impatient to wait for the lift,
An old bloke wanders past,
Dazed in a t-shirt called BROOKLYN,
All the women look hard,
Taking no prisoners,

There’s a carousel on the precinct,
(To sweeten bitter architecture),
Covered in saccharine cartoon characters,
Deranged,
Augmented on street drugs,
Mobility scooters,
Flower sellers,
The law cruises in twos,
Skinny girls dressing like crows with massive handbags,
Hold their cigarettes in the air,
So the nicotine wont stain their fingers,
Fresh nails,
Old drinkers amble between opening hours,
Couple who talk without looking at each other,
Giant cartoon ghosts float through the mall,
Selling seasonal trinkets,
Plastic promises of fleeting joy,
Black & Orange,
A heavy woman drags her feet behind an empty pushchair,
In a sweat shirt called HARLEM,
What’s this obsession with America?
A tripple-thick shake walks past fast in a fist,
With a fat straw for more,
And more,
And more,
And nothing,
Glass & concrete reflections glanced in windows of empty shops,
Dogs in 3D glasses grin,
Holding giant boxes of popcorn,
Young couples advertise sofas that’ll end up as landfill,
50% off all jewellery,
And inflatable pumpkins,
Hair extensions,
Temporary fixes,
Cheap solutions,
Special rates for twins,
Plastic smiling coin operated trains,
Dogs in bowlers hats read newspapers,
Smiling,
Like it’s all a joke & the clue was in the opening scene,
As women were fluorescent Pink Lycra
And men wear trackies,
(Three stripes for the Holy Trinity)

Golden waving cat sit in windows stare into space,
Bored shit-less,
Offering luck to anyone who believes,
Where will your hair take you today?

There’s a pop groove behind every sound in the mall,
Accompanying the ballet of shufflers with walkers & sticks,
Young shaved-head dads,
Lift their shaved-head sons,
Radiant,
Thrilled to ride on the old man’s shoulders,
Into the relentless buzz of the mall,
Feed the soul on bright light,
Heightened colour,
The promise of hope & better times

 

(K)

Tuesday 17th October

JUST LIKE ESSEX:

I had a dream,
That you turned from something erotic into something scary,
(But kind),

I dreamed that I didn’t say ‘yes’,
(But I couldn’t say ‘no’),

So I stuck around until you changed into something like a dream,
(My dreams are dodgy(,

I went to bed early,
To wake in the dark happy,
(It’s a state of mind)

 

(K)

Monday 16th October

ALL THE STREETS ARE EMPTY:

There was a lady who lived in a Purple house,
Not lilac,
Or Lavender,
But Purple,

The Curtains were Purple,
The carpets were Purple,
Even her hair had a Purple tinge,

There was a woman dressed in Black,
All Black,
Pulling a bag on wheels,
Blue as a pale Autumn sky,
I think she was a Goth in a previous life,
(If you know what I mean),
She talked to the air around her as she walked through town,

There was a woman covered in Silver bees,
Laughing hands in the pockets of her skin tight jeans,
Who wiped sleep from her eyes,
As she walked away weird,
Like her feet wanted to move fast,
But the world in front of her was moving too slow,

There was a big man balancing on a small chair,
Holding a tiny machine,
Sipping Black stuff from a Black cup,
In a Black cap,
A fashion car crash,

“What?”
He said,
“Seven?”
As he climbed into heels,
Beard like a mountain man

(K)