initial sketch of swimming pool
Swimming Pool
Boy Band Member
Factory 1# (unfinished)

Serengeti
Business men leap the road
Like gazelles on acid
Graceful, lubricated on their lunch break
Catching buses like bubbles in jelly, captured for them and waiting for them
To scoot them and slide them away from their grey sticks of peopled offices.
They meet and sniff each other and lollop into cafes where they have
Grass and espressos, and exchange
Bowler Hats (as pocket watches are now out of fashion).
Girl on the bus
With red war paint streaking down her face
Red war paint with finger marks imprinted still
Screaming from the cavern of her knock off England hoody
Giving it THE BIG I AM
On the way to something or other, unaware – oblivious –
To the years of pain that
These marks, these streaks, these trails
Trace what has fallen on the pitches.