IN THE NOISE OF LEARNING TO LET GO AGAIN:
Crucial Systems collapse due to absence of porridge honey shock!
A cacophony of mothers talk too loud too long too over excited
about dust, I’m driven numb. Post school-run snatching time back
from years, exchange, exploding, stories, fevered exhilaration,
mini who-done-it’s, Hitchcock thrillers, the micro detail of A-to-B,
voices if I woke up next to would drive me back to drink, a brutal
pedal-to-the-metal enthusiasm all the way to punch-line.
A substitute of maple syrup, an un-wiped plastic spoon, the first
soothing hit of black tea nectar.
Tiny wind-up kids skitter about the floor, do danger, mouths dipped
in chocolate, animal fingers root for infection, carried on soles,
fresh from streets, the thinly spread pastes of dog-doos & ammonia
splash loos. A jungle of broadcasters without transmitters,
day release for good behaviour, out from solitary,
divided & conquered too long, their whispering-muscles long gone.