Shopkeepers think you’re on crack when…

You turn up at 3am every single morning and simply buy 17 packets of Chipsticks.

Every Saturday you buy a Lotto ticket because you’re ‘saving for a robotic lettuce’.

You spend each whole morning choosing chocolate, and never not go for a Wagon Wheel.

You call the police because your Chocolate Dip doesn’t have enough bread sticks.

He stops stocking Twisters so you hold an around the clock visual chanting ‘Why?’

Every visit, you pass him an envelope containing a fake Frank Bruno autograph.

For every step forward you make, you do a 360 degrees spin and mumble ‘I see you’.

You ask if he’s seen ‘that fork handles’ sketch and request five.

Mai & Clay

Should another
turn on to your course
like I,
they’ll warm in your glow,
for humble smiles of heart
in dusty paths of strangers
rarely arrive with
the pleasure
of compassionate company
so far from home.

Whitehall

the arches aren’t golden now
as the giant ‘m’ stretches
across near empty streets
where the night’s cleaners walk

and old giants watch on
as night buses spill passed
souls of the vacant night
that glides to a close

before the big wheel spins
over choking lights of fog
orphaned papers and thoughts
of oblivious crowds.