Missing from the Point of Duty
Woke up
at twenty past four
with a nosebleed
and morning glory.
On the way to work
saw a man pissing
and two foxes.
The future is medieval.
In the canteen
Danny the amateur boxer
showed off his latest tattoo
while lads gathered round
a mobile phone
to watch a woman
doing god knows what.
The future is medieval.
Had words with the boss
about a wonky wheel
on my trolley
just as the two Sues
laid into Jesus
for preaching
to the casuals.
The future is medieval.
Got my head bitten off
by a scientist
for dropping a laggy-band
on her doorstep;
picked it up
and thought of the damage
a brick could do to her car.
The future is medieval.
Walked home texting
a broken-hearted ex
with shingles
until I got waylaid
by a man with a sweat patch
on his shirt the shape
of the crucifixion.
The future is medieval.