grease this time

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there was a fire near my girlfriend’s flat and it brought everyone out onto the street. there was a real community spirit. my pal f. cycled right past and didn’t notice me, such was his stare at postcombustional scene. neighbours chatted like old friends. fortunately, fires are common in this town.

the next morning we went on a trail run with the rub club and i saw another old friend, r, with his kid, getting into the car for the school run.

it’s been a year and i’ve barely spoke to a neighbour since!

chris died for our sins

bloviate, bee, big bottomed anarchists
he died for our sins did chris
at least he would, if we asked
purple and green sweetie hills and a puddle of rust
the life chameleonic, commodified, in crisis
for the third 13th and final time,
k imparts her counsel and i’m not cured
but tearful and reflective. i think she liked me after all

i was out for a bike ride and a pal was categorising the types of person that lived in various parts of town. he liked merchant city, where the gay people go. not as interested in the yummy mummies of hindland, or the big bottomed anarchists of govanhill.

which reminded me of the chris died for our sins sign on the church on victoria road. it was lit up at night but not the t. i used to go past on the bus home from university. usually asleep.