Musings

If you become my girlfriend
I'll tell you what I'll do
In between all the sex and cuddles
Heart to hearts
Discussions of the future
And talk of how wonderful we are
I'll one day feel compelled
To take you to a former coal-mining village
No one's ever heard of
Walk you up streets
That are no longer there
Just rubble
And broken bottles
And say
That's where I used to live
Aged three to nine
That's where Shelly Wall
Showed me her fanny
Said
You can touch it if you want
Where the Pashleys broke our windows
Where mum and dad fought
Threw cups at each other
Smashed plates against doors
I'll lead you up the hill
Past my old nursery
To my middle school
Where Craig Wainwright
Beat up my brother
As I looked on
Not sure what to do
Where I had fights
With Simon Horner
Andrew Kilmartin
Mark Pinder
Where Steve Philips
Stood in dogshit
Day after day
Where we walked
The night his mum died
Where Richard Turner was standing
When the crossbar fell on his head
Where we used to throw stones
Break bottles
Try to derail trains
The window to the room
That once contained the bed
I lay on
The first time I had sex
The bus stop where we later stood
Not knowing what to say
And she cried
And all the houses of my long dead ancestors
And all the places I once trod
My memories are everywhere here
And because I left
My memories are all I have
Frozen
In time




The child in the pram
Screams
Twists left
Twists right
Tries to look up to his mum
But can't
The mum
Waving her fag
Says
Shut the fuck up
I'm sick on yer
Yer've bin morngy all day
Shurrup
And weirdly enough
It has no effect
And on he screams
And in his eyes
Already the dimming of the light
And the brute of the man
Who will continue the trend
Who will have everything of love
Beaten out of him
Before he can even spell the word
I think God right royally screwed up
When She mixed sex
With the formation
Of Her most corruptible
Creation