Look!
The Gap Year Groupie
Has bought the Hipster Granny
A packet of cigs
She looks tired and he looks stupid
They pose anyway
She is thinking about things long gone
He is trying to think of
Anything, anything at all that will impress her

And in the headlight glare
Of a passing car
She looks like the teen she never was
And he looks old and ragged
The bitter man he will undoubtedly become

He is called inside
He fixes his hair
She stares off into the distance

This is the sought after release
This is the end of things

Look!
The When We Man
Sits prissy at the bottom of the garden
Sad compost feeds the delicate flowers
And his words ease the dark thoughts of the pale miscreants

He strokes his bland beard and makes memory money
From a time that never was
He has seen true beauty
And force fed his inadequacies, bitter soup
Down the throats of the wounded ghosts who loved him once

But fear not fresh friend his time is soon over
Pushed down by the relevant now
He won’t know it when it comes
We will sigh with quiet relief
And forget him.
And Then It’s Gone.