We have had to buy a van
No one intended it per se
Yet we were supposed to be there yesterday
And everyone allowed to drive
Has a broken car
Or ran off because the mountain of grief
they were under
Started another avalanche
In their brain
She is called Emily
Has it painted down her side
With shaving foam
And we are hurtling down the
Jack knife tar
Trying to get to Bristol
There is a cheese board going around
Driftwood with cheese daintily balanced upon it
Cheese rescued from the supermarket bin
chutney too (stolen)
An axe to slice the cheese
We know we are in luxury conditions
Handle howls into his bagpipes on the back seat
The keg of ale gets tapped
The smell arm-locks our desire
And we quaff care free
On our way to someone we once new
And hopefully her friends too
It’s a party already and this will cartwheel
Into early next week
The music is head-back abandon and pace
We are scatting what we see over the top
In ecstatic glee
The fizzing electric signs
Fields of weary horses
Crab apple trees heavy with fruit
Flat faced sour eyed women whizz past
Somehow worried
Tight jawed men
Behind the wheel of lorries intent on the night
It’s always ‘we’ on trips like this
The ‘I’ is transmuted into the
Two step gait of a more connected rhythm
All thoughts are integrated into action
And if someone throws a punch its only
Because their shadow isn’t yet drunk
Or loved enough
More common would be a pervasive sense
of YES! To all things yes!
No risk, fear flung out with the dawn
We could just keep driving
Pick up anyone else that heeds the call
And go
Just a few hundred quid for the van
And yes its falling apart
But I swear we could be in morocco by next week
Where its rusty red coat would gleam
In a golden horizon
Life Forever ours.
The treasure of youth
Effervescent naivety
Where did it take me?
