In and About

 

In and About

 

Sharing four quite separate states,

controlling borders, shouting orders,

dumb eyed fried chicken quarters,

might vault over your rolls of razor wire

with a ‘you, get over here, squire’,

when the lady does require refilling.

Back-slouching, altogether alone,

rolling their eyes at scrolling phones,

drop a word or two before home,

it was vibing when they slayed it.

It’s enough to make you cry, ask why,

you never saw this lot coming,

posting replies to an absent someone’s

streams of piss from minds of dribble,

double magnetised wiped cassettes

and could achieve some stardom yet,

but the clock’s a wazzapping away,

while sitting together with zero to say,

only blank slates quarried here today,

the dramatic without the irony

are showboating in rainbow’s finery,

posing in mirrors with feathered friends.

Howling in delight at empty shells

and as pleased with themselves

as an oncoming punch, wave farewell,

so long, they’ll maybe see you later

to shake a cocktail; meet a maker.