81 Today

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My day today was the snapped elastic of 1981

Time shon the sun on this light creeping recoil

and we were sat amongst vinyl

                                                    and orange

                                                    and brown










               Time wasn't going to eat a morsel










Because Time's knees were grazed

to the ligament

on the finding that

'the 46 year old now boys' store fat instantly

very different to 'the 11 year old then boys'

who just grinned fat off

in the short pauses between thinking about tits










               Time though does truly loves us










Time sits at the head of the dreamerlip board room

and tells us the fantastical fantasy

of its fantasised fantasies

Bassline figures deliver it pressed

                                          pinstriped

                                          metalflaked

                                          platinum










               Time is going global










We are Time's bedroom mirror

We are the hairbrush in Time's teened up fist

We are these things because Time is a hero




The fly sat on the rim of the non-standard lamp

hasn't actually got dog shits in her belly

like most polled people expect

She has actually got chirizzo everyone




             She sees 11 year olds

                                                  in time

                                                  in sane

                                                  in awe

                                                  in their own rights

                                                  in love




                     Boys of big good

                     Two on 2 wheels