Dedicated to Daniel Pollock
Swastika melodies play brutally on a fuckin’ 78 rpm on a repurposed anarchist turntable –
fuckin’ Romper Stomper, American History X and This is England rubbish twat nonsense…
2023 posh hanging-on wankers, cunts, and bullshit promo creators –
this after-the-fact party is absolute fuckin’ shit –
and Daniel hid in the shadows until it was time –
until the train… until he walked towards it –
and fucking got ran over –
Daniel fucking got ran over by the fucking train…
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Prison is a bitch – a glooming and looming awaiting nightmare –
only real when the cell doors close behind you for the first time…
Daniel avoided prison by stepping in front of a fuckin’ train
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The lights bright in his eyes –
the tracks sounding loudly and rumbling -
Chug, Chug, motherfucker - it is coming…
and the fucking last thought – upon the tracks –
his last thought upon the tracks…
brain matter and thoughts upon the fuckin’ tracks…
I feel the cool air against my skin
as the fuckin’ open bedroom window presents it to me…
and I think about Daniel jumping upon the tracks –
I think about him walking towards the train…
Daniel fuckin’ walked towards the train…
And I don’t know if I’m envious or jealous…
My therapist tells me they mean the same thing -
…and I think she is wrong
Photo: Jimmy Broccoli.
