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by
Adam Irving
I am sat in a coffee bar
with an espresso
and a tuna sandwich on
an unpleasantly hot plate,
there is a fuel crisis on.
People who don’t really
need cars
are furious all around me.
I am listening to a CD player
that I won in a card game
the previous night
Outside,
there is a homeless guy,
staggering in the car-less
road,
stumbling
either drunk or weak
No one on the other side
of the glass
knows which, or even cares,
he is someone’s son
Last night I read a book
that described
the forgotten popular practice
of tobacco enemas
I have a different book
with me now
The girl next to me
sneaked a look at the spine,
I am taking my time
and have just bought a knife
The day at work was dull,
many cycles have gone by,
It rained today.
The girl who looked at the
spine
is singing along to the
music
playing in here
I am wearing a girl friends
bracelet,
in a zebra pattern,
that was left at my home.
My bracelet is on
the wrist of my real girlfriend,
two months ago I was in
love and happy,
now I am just in love,
unfocussed and broke.
There was a hair in my sandwich
Thanks,
Adam!
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