BRISTOL COLSTON HALL:
“Ah yeah, they’ve all played ‘ere one time or another”
Outside the Arnolfini Gallery where I had my first exhibition
back in ’79, the morning shadows are freezing, the sunlit bits
feel good for the soul. Woman in red walking fast with a boyfriend
“What hope is there of us having a decent f***ing relationship
if you’re not going to do something!?”
He walks by her side, fists in pockets,staring straight ahead.
The rats have been at the bins bags again, the trucks have been
unloaded, men with tattooed arms smile returning knackered cables
to H who smiles benignly from behind his lighting desk.
Reach out to Buddha