Exterior

Outside

i am on the edge
looking in
onto the life i ever lived
only briefly
if i ever did

my heart opens
like a flower
pollen floods blood
sweet in my mouth
swallowed
unused

laughter
chatter
dope smoke
drifting clouds
clear spring air
beer cans
techno beats

we used to call them ghetto blasters

shaven heads and
big spiky metal piercings
reflect bright sunlight

mothers with red hair
push three wheeled buggies
while chatting on mobile phones

gangs of lads play football
in sleeveless tops
their shorts aren't so short
it's april after all

young lovers
lips touching
hands wrapped round

holding on