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Three books from David Mac

         

Away from our Mothers

 

‘Did you think of me today?’ she asked.

‘I’m a romantic,’ he told her.

‘What about you?’ she asked me.

‘I’m also into love,’ I replied.

‘Love, love, love! I never mentioned that!’

she screamed.

Me and him just shrugged at her;

we only wanted a quiet drink.

Then she said, ‘You’re both a couple of

mummies’ boys! You just come here,

get pissed up, stay a bit,

then wake up and run back to your

mummies!’

‘Our mothers are the

only women we can trust,’ he said.

‘Bah!’ she hissed at us. ‘Well,

what you want from me

this time?!’

We looked at each other

and I said,

‘Two pints of lager and

some change for

the pool table

please.’  

 

 

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Safe. Sweet

 

He thinks he’s a ghetto bad boy.

I think he’s a ghetto dickhead.

He’s entered the room and

hovers in the corner as I

get the scales and

cut it, weigh it, bag it.

How much? Safe. Sweet.

Innit. You get me?

I get you, rudeboy!

Jeans down low. Hood up

over baseball cap.

He sniffs, swaggers, and we

all watch him through red slits.

We don’t give a shit, rudeboy.

Now get lost before we turn and

devour you, before we destroy.

All I can say is: there’s

nothing but gods in this room,

and so high up in this tower block

you’d think it was fucking heaven.

 

 

 

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no one really knows

their next line

no one has the speech

rehearsed

 

 

sup your beer

I don’t feel like

talking

 

 

sunlight through my

toilet window

but you can’t polish a turd

 

 

My life is one big advert

My life is one big advert

My life is one big advert

for death

 

 

Cut off your ear

and give it to

a nice gal

Use your oils

paint sunflowers

Think of something

good to say

 

 

Advice of the white cat:

 

‘Lay in the sun and everything shall be

okay

Lay in the sun and

forget the world’

 

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