THE LOST BOY

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

dream scenes.

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 ?

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