The amount of
outside the boozer
is one draw away
It's hazy on the horizontal,
back like what we were 25 ago.
The form was 6 and out the window,
we were blanket-bound and figuring out.
But like a morning after brew, strong and
Sweet, it memory sticks, like gratitude.
It's hazy on the horizontal, back when
we were rakes on the moor, shag-haired
crap-carred, clocking up kips and lifts and
part-time mothering like sucking pigs for
the butties some habits couldn't take. Back when
we were watch-less with the only solid thing
to pass our liquor lips was and tripe and we
were one dropped 'd' away from certainty.
Back when we were made of rubber and
bounced and stretched our necks and
necked in stretches in improbable leather
jackets drinking fairy liquid and glass,
grass laid by the motorway as angels with arty
faces in ringer tees fire-set all over the place.
Did it ever rain back when? Who knows,
we were curious, we were yellow,
we were certainly not Burley, we hitched
in from Ashton, Burnley, swam forth in
Firths, rattled Potts in Trees, sat on our
Botts with Janes of various sizes, got
pissed as sods, shipped in inevitable Barrows,
remained happy, forgetful and Moody.
Some past has passed as tunnel trudge.
Some as fireworks (accidental, not our fault).
Some hungry loves. Some wanted salt.
Some's lain bases of good sauce
and built foundation, for all of us,
and the boy from the wrong generation.
sirisqualid for direction
in a virtuous hush theyhad
royalor kitchensink names
they toasted onelong screengrab
aforetheygo ofthe first third
ofthe richlist phonepaper behind
paywalls stunned horoscope
handy withan inconsistent h drop
in ponchostrainers in a
stunshow selfaware before
the barrenscape of some
oneelse’s land these knowalls
’ganic inthe halflife rode
to town with barbwireincentive
wore achingmacs reignfaced they
hung ‘stainable trainers overwires
to make tribes relevant again they
marketably parked their
between the lawhouse and studgame
opposite theplaylist and never
oncewonderedwhy the wall
towalltowall locals hated these
thickand sunday youth in over
sized jogpieces carrying
collateral coffee in culturally
signifying queuewear pretending
tobe unbranded these shavekitters
stillbore amerisitcom voices stil
lwith broad suplements of recorded
music theyhadnopart in picturing
acemetery functionary shots
forthe slideshow ofa nouveau
trailerpark hauteboy reek proving
you can leadyour device to charger
butyou cannot make it sync
lootingdone off theyrode and
onthe barshelf left 49 copies of
howtoberight but about it
go so so so fuckingwrong