Tuesday 16 April 2013

Memories of Margaret


Drizzle at the bus stop
Agro from a man in a cap
Pink trainers brush past
snickering

Major savings at the office furniture warehouse
A bike locked in a pool of amber
Its white helmet bobs along Homebase's brick shadow
Across the road, small Rooneys mull over
3D collectors’ cards

News agent’s giving me grief
over Walkers crisps and a posh voice
‘Nah, daylight’s been privatised since Thatcher mate.
Dontchoo know that?
S’pose your mum and dad voted for ‘er.
Init?’

The sign is neon but the step is stone
Dark, lopsided, abrased
I promise myself, this is the last time
I ever come back.