Make sumthin’ happen

days of kicking the streets
riding from this place to that
sitting on kerbstones
passing the hat
dredging pennies for bottles
staring at the girls walking slow by
thinking one day I’ll be able
feeling the dig in the ribs
from one less meal passed
living for laughs with friends
all broke in much the same spaces
waiting for something someone
to happen make it all true
as we worked with busted tools
on our broke down
bikes, lives, loves, hearts & hours
there was nothing yet had frightened us
everything was just passing through like
tinny music from a cheap radio
soundtrack to slow hours thinking
what where could we go next
would we ever make it to?
& if there’s one thing we had
we could always share
was next to nothing
as that at least was free
I don’t see those faces anymore
hold their names
in my mind or life
its enough I remember
sitting on those hot kerbs
letting summer slip by
not a care to be had
making nothing happen


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