It wasn't anywhere I lived
exactly, it was more like time
full of laser dust, celebrity footballers
a zone of affable ravage
of being blinded afterwards.
We were always looking for surfaces
even as small as a credit card
and all this accompanied
by plainsong beaten at angles
through drum machines
and consequences.
Light rose like seraphim
which seems a lazy way
to put it now, at this filthy distance.
The nights preferred their ruck
and maul with averages
in drinks, sex in the broom closet
ancient fairies hot with farragoes
and heels on concrete.
What can a small town do
apart from suffer when we'd turn
inward on our germs and genius
or learn to measure things in parallel.
Let's make sure the terms are clear
at least in a monetary sense.
You can dance down the field
in rugger bugger kit
even now, no-one thinks it queer
unless you kiss.
My tongue was bitter
and the gain did not last.
The fractals on the wall looked great
but they weren't the only
theory you bought me.