We know there’ll be an answer forthcoming
because someone always knows,
I used to know a long time ago
but things got shuffled
the memory got scuffed
and now
I am stuffed if I do.
I like to think
I’m like the telly on the blink
and a coin in the meter
will fix me
but
that kinda thinking just
fuks with me.
Saturday night
and
‘I’m alright jack’
got a six pack
a kebab
and some chips,
he slips away
into the
dawns of a bay
he once knew.
© 2020, John Smallshaw.
