veteran of the wars on terrorism

drugs, poverty, intellectualism

now let’s declare war on concepts

and rush into combat 

clench fisted and limp wristed 

the joy of the process is doing it again

g sharp minor has all the black sharps

do you remember the shoe people?

i realise 

i myself am a slow cunt

who thinks it so important 

that the words look nice on the page 

with nice punctuation:

in all the nice places!

you know, we have grown up in a traumatic time. since i was born it’s just been empires collapsing, financial crises, wars and pandemics. the nuclear arsenal rests above the fireplace like chekov’s gun.

i remember once standing at the roundabout on dumbarton road, by the thornwood. with n or m. and talking about the shoe cunts. rather than the shoe people. a pretty weird kids tv program. and we moved from shoe cunts to slow cunts. people for whom time travels at a different rate. meaning they seem slow to observers. in retrospect. clearly we were talking about ourselves.