Richard Barrett
from Images, Meaningless
1.
argos history, chat, exclusionary
slang based, suggestive of some greek god
of tomorrow, saturday gathering around to look at
clock radios, sony, wedding
and engagement rings
and other fancy goods
too fancy to afford during this decade of childhood, remember
that dark arndale corner of
special brew and porn mags, connecting corridor to
some unknown there from here
no better known, via the bus station, yawning cavern
of buses, unrecorded, bum trips of 80s acid
waiting to come on
on the bus home, to no mother home 80s cancer death
tripping, miserably yet hopefully towards 80s demolition
and the forgetting of all this
cheap plastic crap
2.
duran duran music video, miscellaneous memory
marry a supermodel 80s excess as
compared to question the term simon
le bon, who wouldn’t love this life married to a
yacht rock music video aboard your dead dad’s
high-backed chair compared to
friday night, sat up, still, sleeping in other
high profile shows etc and magazine covers
this friday night beyond such tired images
and sleeping off the previous night’s
excess, and too much 80s re
dundancy, and suchlike illness, and late diagnosis
80s cancer specialists top of the pops 2
on bbc4, how you hated this stuff when spunking
money shining social realist deprivation in the
duran duran video, the capering ninnies twenty
years earlier you thought what sort of music is this
shit when young, you 80s child, remembered now
emptily as just an okay tune
3.
tunnel network, forgotten connecting the to
to the from, of 80 consumerism, without omission
here, where
each gets what each most deserves
entrepreneurs of meat dump and
distressed denim
cheap
doctored receipts, 2 quid skimmed from
future careers, the descent into
, whirring and clanking
flies, solidity cloud of black over
head, looking down upon
the tesco express store
of all our futures and pasts
via ravenous elevator
carrying one down into
meat dump, forgotten carcass stink aroma
of rot animal death
our moment, our one shining moment of
money, fashion
pop
80s death trap, sealed shut
closed off memory
lingering, stale
poppers, all
under our feet
Richard Barrett lives and works in Greater Manchester. He enjoys going to the cinema, reading and working out at the gym (Pure Gym, Stretford). Why not follow the link to join Pure Gym, Stretford yourself to enable Richard to be in with a chance of winning a £500 sports bundle for referring a friend for membership.