Published by Now Then Sheffield
Jackets, jeans, sneakers litter the room
A half-stubbed cigarette withers in the Sergeant Pepper ashtray
Books choke the bookcase
A Stalin book sits lonely beside a maze of academic litter
Freckled photographs line my wall
Surrounded by Orwell and Shakespeare quotes
A Pink Floyd poster, a backwards clock
An idle novel dances on a hi fi,
Kicking out a bassey Smiths song
‘Ask me why and I’ll spit in your eye’
An ocean of strangeness hides under my bed
Old broadsheets, birthday cards, a suitcase.
Old jeans droop from the wardrobe above stripy shirts, ties and sweaters.
Empty shoe boxes and a river of laceless trainers
Emerging onto the carpet is an air freshener.
