Cascade

(for Paul Auster)

 

Too tired to sleep

and scared of what dreams may come,

I spend the night

in the amusement arcade,

missed by no one.

 

I do what I like:

ride a motorbike

like Steve McQueen,

Marlon Brando

or James Dean;

I shoot tin cans,

effigies of Cameron,

 Clegg & Miliband;

wait for pennies,

tuppences,

5p pieces to drop.

 

Waiting for change to cascade

into the empty chamber of my heart.

 

The morning arrives

and wakes up the nation.

I get in my car and drive

to the next service station.

 

B.P.R 19/01/2015