A Jealous Recreation - Denied

 

 

     I got on the central line just to evade

The putrid smell of the green perfume,

     Even then,

I could smell it so badly,

So badly it brought back

The memories of being upstairs

On the one six three to Piccadilly Gardens,

 

     ‘Is every cunt and his dog on it?’

A garage attendant remarked to me earlier,

Having served a customer fresh from his

Turbo hatchback and, smoke,

      Still, two hundred and sixty

Miles south and you would expect

The mighty southerner to be a bit more

Cordial but,

     All they said was,

‘Take more water with it!’

 

     I got my plane to Amsterdam,

The Big Smoke and The Rainy City

Far far away,

     And I wondered as I ventured

Several coffee shops –

What the fekk is every

Cunt and his dog doing that I’m missing?

 

     I shouldn’t have enquired as

I reached for The Northern Lights,

     As,

The fever enveloped me

In states of paranoia that brought

Only flashbacks of war

And weapons and patriots,

     And I lay there in The Dam,

In the Dark,

In my solemn state

Negotiating why?

Why can others enjoy

Such meaningless activities

Where I can only surrender my hurt?

 

     Recreation they say,

That’s all,

Yet, I have to acknowledge,

Its only place is for the privileged,

     Those who have never grown

With beatings from ma,

The belt from Dad,

The poverty the hunger

That invades your soul

And shrinks your belief in god,

 

     I couldn’t take the green,

I couldn’t fall for its philosophy,

I couldn’t relax just for one

Night in the Dam away

From the nonsense that is Manchester,

London, Birmingham, Liverpool,

Sunderland – Newcastle or any

Other Inner City that degenerates

Your human experience to……….

………….invalid!

 

     I look upon those smoking

Like a boss,

And know that perhaps

The only way to be,

Is to be without a toss,

For flashbacks and nightmares

Take away another joy

Because of service that I gave,

     And I’ll behave mister policeman,

Just as long as you know,

I was robbed.

 

Michael J Waite 24th October 2014.