I had to get a haircut
Goddamn
I grew up around these
people and
They are still the same
Amazed by everything
Smalltalk will not get
you beyond the £13 I intend to pay for this shit
The woman behind the
counter offered coffee/tea/juice
I saw some optics on the far
wall, glasses on a shelf and
Bottles of gin, vodka, JD
Bottles of gin, vodka, JD
She didn’t offer those
What a bitch
You sit there and stare
at your own face
Eyes darting round the
room to avoid taking
Too much of yourself in
While outside a drunk
couple stagger past the open door
‘…do I really look that bad?’ she slurs
He mumbles something back
And she seems more at
ease with her appearance
I don’t know if it’s a
coincidence or there’s a
Convention in town but at
that exact same moment
Across the street a young
black girl fell out
Of the door of the off
licence
Promptly sprang up off
her knees and walked away
The sun shone hard
The evening breeze taking
some of the edge off
I take issue with the
necessity of it all
Having to call this guy
to cut your hair
To fix the bad wiring in
the walls
The gearbox on the car
Brake pads, oil, all that
shit
2 days previous
I’d called another one
Chris
And there he was in the
kitchen
Sideways across the floor
and tools all over the place
Talking away as they all
do
But this one
Told me about bands he’d
seen
The Ramones at Brixton
The Damned and the Pistols, Black Flag and Crass
He told me of
The Ramones at Brixton
The Damned and the Pistols, Black Flag and Crass
He told me of
His friend's little art punk
band who played gigs for food banks
So instead of tickets the
audience had to bring
Bags of food to get in
A swear to god he was a
ray of sunshine in an otherwise
Shitty week
I feel a bite on the back
of my neck where the clippers catch the skin
It snaps me back in and I
realise the guy has been talking this whole time
I have no idea about what
I don’t dislike him
Or them
Or you
I just continue making the
mistake of assuming we’re all alike.