ECONOMIC UNIT

suddenly i'm sleeping/shallow bad bright dreams.

weak limbs

whisper

inside old clothes . . . disorientated -

suddenly i am shopping/picking purchases

off

my amazon 

wish 

list.

6 pm/i cannot cook today - fuck that.

spend £?? on Dominos 

and

watch

world cup on tv.

wondering aloud why anyone would.

half time nip up shop.

show 

the woman-child waiting on the counter

my

work tired eyes begging.

and

sick of cheap sharp cider cans and 2 litre bottles

where so soon its flat and rubbish

and

shy of low howling spirits/taste of caramel and ethanol/called

High Commissioner 

or 

Prince Charlie

or

Royal whatever/like they aint poison

i

splash pockets of silver on 

better bottles/got 

advertising 

campaigns 

and 

everything.

(and OJ for the morning/i'm incredibly and pathetically proud of myself for remembering/tho i forget eggs)

an Economic Unit alone/without art or company

stretched out on the tired cushions

waiting for the 

crusty boxes 

and 

crispy bags to arrive.

my brain is quiet/i’m not even smoking

drinking 

my 

purchases.

doing.  what.  i.  should.