Nicotine 7/Festival Mother 3

Pretty girls
in a special kiosk
it used to be special didn’t it?
I’d go all the way to this little place
just to get your brand
I miss you like an abusive boyfriend
Like you’re a cult death metal group called Lady Pain who’s only just come back into the limelight through You Tube
It’s Latitude
The kids aren’t here
Hanif Kureishi drifts by
his wide-striped trousers followed by a million young thighs in bright Wellingtons
My companion has decided to wear my hat and shout loud advice to his friend about the urinals
These people
Keep on calling me
The Guillemots are on but I can’t get near them and there’s someone in a sphere over there
Suspended.
And those pretty girls
still standing there
It’s been three years now
By the end I’d be looking for you in pavement cracks
Getting up and wanting you before my head even touched the pillow
Wanting to lick those cut open bits of damp dirty paper stamped on by the drain outside

I reach for my last fiver and sniff the toilets
Hanif. Where are you?

I go for the fairy wings instead