A TRILOGY OF OBSERVATIONS ON LIFE IN 21st CENTURY BRITAIN.
INNER CITY STREET
THE GOOD TIME GIRLS
The lost boy
Man child fights mum’s boyfriend,
forced to grow up, mind already scarred,
matched by bruises and cuts on pimple skin,
the faint shade downy ‘tasche which fools
nobody. He is his own father figure.
Advice and help from conversations with a
priest who wants to hug him and poster hero
He puts a drunken woman to bed, a hesitant
kiss, and whispers “night mum” and closes the
door. Always doors closing.
A picture of a soldier used as an ashtray, he
wipes it clean with a sleeve. He smiles
remembering playing ‘war’ on the waste ground,
his brother saying “join up wi’ me ar kid”.
He’d pick up a gun to escape, be found not lost.
But who would look after mum ?