Three poems on life right now: Graham Cassidy, Bad WiFi™ and Trains @lastwordstyped ‏

by Darius RodriguesGraham Cassidy She said I can't todayMaybe tomorrowJust getting back to me he saidMakes me feel a lot richerInsideBut I'm still onMe arseSigned Graham CassidyWas all on track'Til two hitsFell off the tableThe stable table.Back in BurnleyThere's valleys calledDeath or HappyBattered blue disco ballsShiny bloody handsHad to read it aloudToo slow and quiet applauseEggwhites for starsShit nightclubs for sandBut here near Clapham Junction,We sit beneath The Grand.Yes, it's boring!Graham Cassidy, you're fucking boring me!said Graham Cassidy.Wednesdays was a very strong coffeeWeightlifting and shirt ironingThen a bathIt was perfect, fucking perfectAll through Thursday and FridayThey'd say Graham, you're buzzingYou look good in the lightEven though the full moon is about to arriveBut on his wingspan sized roomHis blistered fingertips were rubbingTo Graham Cassidy, Graham Cassidy saidThere's another end coming.Jackie Diamond the comethad soft spot for the talkalotsit was good when she said she'd fight the cornereven better when she said here's one of your owneven though she was one-year youngershe'd say Look Graham Cassidy, look how you've grown.No fucking way!I used to go there tooBack when there were grooves before the buildings were newWhen I don't like something I just put a 1 at the end of itBut when I like it I put one of these ... as in to be ...Bad WiFi™Commit a crime in Piccadilly CircusThey’ll never make it throughThe TrafficBlack cabs to the leftUbers to the rightSwap the shovel for a blenderAnd the candlestick for a lightThat imitates the natural sunLight, and so is unnatural,And the wired for the wirelessHang him on the Bad WiFi™.Users with their heads downFake violet firefliesFreight driver gunning downThe queue with his fingersLooking for a vineTrying to be famousToday a stranger took the pictureYou’ll frame it on your mantelpieceDo they have a mantelpiece?Did you ask because of their shoes?Or because they had your dead grandmother’s eyes?The perfect way to end a dayIs a paradoxLeaving no room for errorLeaves you susceptibleTo bed sores and the slowIris erosion of the kaleidoscopeBeing injured when illusioningLeaves heavy frost on hopeThere's the copy and pastersThe poster paintersAnd the spotlightsThen the rowersThe SewersAnd the lamp lightsLean back lean backPuffer in blackWires in whiteThe office is my gymI am absent like the windBut I win at full timeI am the Adidas stripeFree 24/7 stupidly insanely difficult impossible motorbike challengeOne eye winking hard 365 hardDay long long long wasn't itwankerAlways gets political on a Tuesdaynight.Take me away to somewhere I could cry properlyWhere the clouds are wet and sharp.TrainsObsessed by sharpnessResolution darlingsi-dotters + T-crossersyour teeth reeks of bread baskets and self-help.No more three leafmagic no matchbut blood rushes and butterfliesare groggy that's why they're so goodtie knots sloppypulled tightby trainshave to use their mighthave to push.See the pennies gagged on the track?(leading up to introduction of the under-30's railcardbut no time to react)now we need breathing schedules and quiet zonesto relax.It's not the time or the priceIt's not quicker there or backI could stay here foreverI just wish it were faster.