Alex SS11 Draft 1

15 May


Our parents are just people,

he said, it sacred me

that he’d come to this revelation quicker

than me. The backing track

of the past eighteen years

rolled like mouthwash down a plughole

They didn’t mean it.

Me and him – we are now almost even. Me and him.

We are destined to be angry and poor.

I’ll be a poet and he’ll perform.

One day, we’ll have it even. Me and him.

Sleeping in the daylight, and off

on the prowl in our flannel shirts and pearls

I’ll take things in, and he’ll pour them out.

I absorb the image.

He throws himself into the crowd.


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