Like a Morrissey song,
The shop was suddenly staffed by the white working class,
As if the thunder had actually begun…!
The working poor of inner Salford,
I shrugged my Firetrap clad shoulders,
I thought nothing of it
Until this chattery Irish minx made me laugh,
A boy with all the charm of a Gaelic god.
With his little beanie hat in winter.
His pale, translucent skin.
His slim waist
The way his Adidas trackie bottoms cling to him.
Wild lockdown hair
I liked the way he mopped his receding brown hair with a blue paper towel after shifting crates of strawberries and lemons.
While I rotted my teeth on cherry-coke,
I am in my flat months later
It’s a stifling summer…
With a cup of tea…
Down endless corridors
Or Guernica in the Thyssen
Lost in the metropolis
A head full of music and memories
We should have run away to imbibe espresso and la cultura beneath the stunted skyscrapers of Montevideo and pretend to be Lorca’s…
On what money?
I don’t know
He was sex,
I couldn’t attract him
He left it open than he might be bi
He gave me his number
Then asked me not to use it
He was reactionary like that
An Irish stormtrooper of the sacred heart
A narco terrorist of desire
He committed blitzkreig against my body-mind
He violently overturned my senses
And my puppy pouch with Ash…
Then flew away on his mountain bike over the Cork and Kerry mountains.
Back to his Joyce-reading pop.
In a quantum reality we could have been boyfriends,
A younger boyfriend
He lit me up like Fukushima
Poor cute Ash disturbed by this Deus ex Machina
Kill my relationship like
Raskolnikov under the rascacielos
My lovely ash
Loyal as a duck
I could have been torn by powerful forces
Not to be /
* rascacielo is Spanish for sky-scraper
* Raskolnikov is the central character in “Crime and Punishment” who murders his landlady to prove the will to power.
* Lorca was a queer Spanish poet murdered by fascists in the civil war.