to be someone

up like a dog

all night, in the damp

flat, an ear for a knock

on the door or

a horn in the fog

of a car park,

some vacant lot,

 

in my hand hot

banknotes. i become

someone i’m not –

an ace Face, leant

against the brick

wall out back, men

come for. i lost

 

surplus weight, trimmed

to a mere 9 stone,

6; nevertheless

me & my mates

ran the length

of the main line,

on a high naturel

 

of fresh air &

pills. i got sick

of all those girls

and boys, and all that

noise; cured again when

the Man

came.

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