West Street

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In the Brighton

West Street Odeon

Costas franchise

 

the three-piece

family to my left

– a mother and two kids –

 

quite calm before

some animated

candy-floss maybe

 

and the sea the

colour of blue

jade on a Chinese

 

Emperor’s ceremonial

armour, visible

shifting its surface at the

 

plate-glass window

past the counter,

while I read R.S. Thomas

 

– and he takes a

pretty bleak view of

our human prospects –

 

between his poems

emphasising the

extreme brevity,

 

checking the

Grindr App for

no-strings meets or

 

possibly more,

the selection of men

apparently endless.

Sitting 

Sitting in the Nero’s in Western Rd. Waiting for the hard copy of my book to be printed off & still looking at WordPress on my phone, changing my themes & generally fucking about with it. There’s rain outside & some kind of Nero’s jazz on the system. Everybody in my vicinity is gazing into a screen. There are people walking past outside the window, heads down in the rain.