Spoetify #4 Jump Around (House Of Pain, 1992, written very early this morning with a recalcitrant dog)

Today my pen is not where it should be

Not chasing over pages of insecurity

The notebook

Has removed itself

From the situation

Of my hands

I laid it down somewhere

While thinking of potato peels, Jane Russell, the plague

It seized its chance,

Soaked into the scenery

So here we are. In a spare unwritten notebook

Leaves left, from 2003

If I believe the page that came before me.

So I triple salchow back to then

When I spent £233 in rent

(a month? a week? In London?)

This punches my brain off-cortex

Sends it spinning down chats recollected.

With older people

The Do You Remembers?, who talk only of when

Fags were two quid

Milk was 10p

A car was shilling

And happiness was free

I look at 2003, at the patterns of words

That came from a woman

Who is WORKING VERY HARD

Trying to find her place in a scene

A woman who I’m very proud to have been.

Author: nefny

Getting on with it.

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