lego tornado
time to go pants and pictures
still lie where they fell
i never tidy
the dawn washes in and out
family rapture
lego tornado
time to go pants and pictures
still lie where they fell
i never tidy
the dawn washes in and out
family rapture
about 4 minutes from “oh” to “web”
o short ginger man
the greasy wind battering
your massive volvo
parked in mcdonalds
not that far from kettering
grey skies past lunchtime
while regrettable
the slightest of impacts twixt
our buffeted doors
as crouching I fixed
child seatbelts while you and your
partner poured fast food
into the gaping
maw of your vacuous souls
it is as well that
having decided
to say fuck off in front of
my children in spite
of there being no
damage except perhaps to
the pride of your grey
volvo-shaped estate
compensation for perhaps
being ginger or
quite under-endowed
or perhaps you have also
suffered like many
the slings and arrows
this year, or the rain, or some
other slight, perhaps
even terrible
haiku sequences; no doubt
especially when
they don’t bother to
include stuff about nature
after verse four; but
it is as well that
having decided to make
this your big issue
this far and no more
your great volvo rubicon
mcdonalds carpark
“fuck off,” three year old?
it is as well for you that
my children were there
borderline angry,
so “have a nice day”, I said
we drove off laughing
you hooted as you
overtook me at ninety
back down the A1
having a nice day
(later it occurred to me
eating in your car
even happy meals
run the risk of leaving a
chip on your shoulder)
It’s a funny thing, starting a new chapter. There’s so much unknown, and so much that might be coloured by the chapters that went before. They should inform you, but not guide you too much. Life is going to change: I hope for the better.