Walked from the emptiness
of a grey cold flat
onto grey cold streets
made greyer by the seeping
misery of rain
that isn’t quite rain.
Walked the dank streets of oblivion
to a bar, the bar.
There’s the smiling faces.
Josh like a son
smiles and big brain
Big Mike with
gentlest smile on earth.
Dylan walking his own path
spreading happiness.
Kayde constant rock and rolling.
Billany smiles
and flashes glimpse
of third eye
behind hair and a grin.
Sharing Rimbaud.
L’eveil jaune et bleu des phosphores
Blanche with a whole body
full of love for nearly
everything.
Beers arrive.
Foam sliding
down glass.
Cold and comforting.
Makes puddles
on the table
to curses and laughter.
Toby’s search for freedom.
I sit feeling like a shade.
The world flows around me
I feel abstract
thinking of Camus
and lovely Kerouac.
Existential self pity.
Outside for a fag
they burn down
into lungs and air.
Distracted by emptiness
finger burns.
we’re making like
happy bums.
Hogging the duke box
Billany and I
shout along
out of synch
and tune
“Dirty old town
dirty old town”.
I think of kisses
long gone now.
sexless senses
sing songs of
older sorrows.
Existential missives
curse their way
through questing mind.
