from a long text message
you know them kinda bags
them kinda pop seal line along the top bags
the kinda bags we’d take buds of green from
in your unknowing older sister’s bedroom
if we’d been cooler at fifteen well
as i come home after a blind blind day after a
blind black night on sweet dark rum
i stare down at the ground as i move
past the big white statue of virgin mary
just at the end of our street
across from the place where all the babies are born
and the grey of the concrete soothes my sore sad eyes
until they meet one of them kinda bags
them kinda pop seal line along the top bags
just at the spot where that plaster cast mother of god stands
with her hands clasped in a way i barely recognise
and that pop seal kinda bag is full
of small white flowers
not small green buds
some bright new kid who lives here in this
maternity hospital street
filled it up with petals
i hope they didn't do it in some bleak blind imitation
thinking that pop seal bags're where bad things usually go
i hope they were maybe just trying to capture nature
in a pop seal bag
and not knowing
nah not knowing any better
Thanks for the read lads
love city
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