Jukebox Coffin

The three of them never feel the day’s glory
Their centre too distracted is lost to indecision
Serves up nursery objects rigged for smoke:
Feeding bottles and cotton wool
They make their selection from the jukebox
Stalk the grey flat mouthing anatomical names for Class 'A's
Bone, eyeball – out of recognition
A dripping tap keeps awkward time
A grand with only half its keys
A reel to reel tape machine turns over
Plays a twisted loop of lullabies


Stockwell, London – 1999/2004