Pretty Little Mistakes
One day I’m Donna, change my life, my nameand get of this god damned conveyor belt
happiness is easy
when he is by your side
I know he’s there, I just felt him
the bus on rails bumps us
whilst others show frustration as the re-adjust their
i-pod postures
we smile as it clumps us, closer together
moulding ourselves into shapes
like the spoon sessions on cold nights
-we turn the heating down these days
and buy bargain books with 150 possible endings
this train ride will end
some things are predictable
my life with you can’t be clear-cut
the bookmark shows where I shut up last time
when you said I was talking nonsense
I love the Tommy’s hill finger you bought me
sounds like Texas chain saw massacre
I bought that for £2 for you
I hope you like it
I’m not sure what its about
but I’m sure you will
and when we put the kids to bed
ill mess with the bin bags
scrunch up the necks and the recycle resides
wash the tide marks from the tubside subside
I keep asking you to do that
our day trip was a great success
Southport’s beach is in an awful mess
someone stole the tide and the temptress
of sunshine had took off its dress
and wore primarks best wool over coat, all grey and that
but we don’t mind
got each other
we don’t mind we are Wigan lovers
on a trundle train back home
talking of our Southport day trip
our pound busting pavement skip
our simple games of concrete crack creep crib
we play spot the terrace house
we play spot the bargain whisky bird shoot grouse
nearly Christmas, pound your wrapping paper 5 roll mouse
mice under my bonnet
you sing a Berkley menthol sonnet
and cough in rhythm to the cloth ear muffs
were tasteful on tat
criss cross the disobedient brats let loose
all over b and m s best mother goose
they kill and freeze em in time for October
gotta get the pound coins into the obedient Spencer rovers
soon be over
and heading home
ride the bone shaker throne
all the chrome hand rails
the bus on rails
the return ticket and all it entails
when they never check it and you quip
we could have skipped it
another 3 quid in the purse
another verse of hindsight lecture
another preaching pretzel lector
but I don’t mind the rump on our behind
will see us through the winter grind ahead
I know you wont eat me
that bark and bite
keeps our little love alight
as we hop off the station
clutching bargain books
looking forward to frosty frolic and rucks
under mattress and 10 tonne tog tucks
keeping warm with each other
little day shoppers
happy day shoppers
mix the upper class with the bin bag brash
Mr Wilkinsons trash is good if you know what to buy
you rich are not always resourceful
we learned to save not waste
and our divorce rate is lower than yours
living on simple things and terrace estates
if they ever made them that way again
we burnt coal
you burned gold
we stayed cold and learned to live
you overheated and only give
to charity it seems
never mind
loved our little day out.
I look forward to reading my £2 book
ill invent my own ending inject a bit of luck
change the terrace into an Iceland
ill keep my troubles in the freezers
and my lover close at hand
ready to defrost them all
Pete Crompton
Thu 17th Dec 2009 18:04
Clarissa, the Tommy things is an aftershave, called 'Tommy Hillfiger' however there is a fake version called Tommy Hill finger. That was what I referred to. The Texas chain saw, yea, crazy disturbing film, that was the idea to treat it like a bag of sweets in the £2 bargain bin at the local discount dvd store, like all htat horror just thrown away like it means nothing, sort of disposable horror, de-sensitised people just dishin it out like sweeties.
thanks for the feed back on this one.
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