i

If I run in circles anymore

I’ll be a spinning top

 

A baby, a baby, a child, a life

A cycle that will stop

 

If you knew me you would think

I’m destined to be mother

 

But I don’t know me, so I’ll stay

Presumably as other. 

ii

Apple store

11am 

Colour photos

Loads of men

 

Techno dreams

Baseball caps

Shorts and tees

Mac mishaps

 

Waiting patients

Dodgy bloke

Another language

They just spoke

 

Help my screen

It’s full of dust

Fix me up

Techno lust. 

iii

I had a dream

I was a mother

 

No longer late

Insignificant

 

Other

iv

BTP

Four PM

Drinking tea

Thought of Jen

 

Waiting quiet

John and Pete

Ten more minutes

Then we’ll meet

 

Ordered cake

Vegan kind

Saw a friend

Artist mind

 

Pots of plants

Mother’s tongue

Where’s my cake

I’m needing some

 

Perk me up

Put me down

Got my cake

Where’s my crown?

v

Beige table

Water bottle

Heart going

Full throttle

 

Blue boards

Lighting

White walls

Frightening

 

Lanyard

Neck chain

I.D.

Blurred brain

Water jug

C.V.

Been here

Since eight-thirty

 

Rolled up

Posters

TV stand

And coasters

 

Nine chairs

Silence

Whispers 

‘Try us’

Complicated

Mercy

Now it’s gone

One-thirty

 

Holy shit

I’m waiting

And they’re there

Deliberating

 

Empty glasses

Work sheets

One vacancy

Four peeps


 

Two peeps

Fight club

One gets

Duffed up

 

One leaves

Bit annoyed

The other one

Got employed. 


 

vi

Sometimes I play dead

Fix my eyes in my head

And stare

Into another dimension

Another place of existence

I can only hope

Is better than this one

 

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