‘Fruit Machines’ & ‘An Absolutely Stonking “Fuck You”‘

These are two poems that are remarkably similar. They are, however, not linked at all, whatsoever, in any manner or in any way, shape or form… Unless you wish to read them as such…

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Fruit Machines

He sits in the corner
Nursing a pint.
The TV shows some news
channel,
Arabs killing each other left,
right and centre.

There are no words to describe
How he’s feeling.
But one.
He’s heartbroken.
Perhaps two.
Numb.

“How the fuck do I deal with
this?”
He’s unprepared, inexperienced.
Frightened.
A new life will start tomorrow.
“Yeah, tomorrow. Tomorrow’s
gonna be different.”
Tell yourself that.

He listens intently to the sound
of happy people,
And the sound his phone isn’t
making.
There’s no irritating beep.
There’s no country music tone
sounding out to say “I want to
talk to you.”

He’s in a crowded room, alone.
There’s so much noise. Cheerful
noise. He hears none of it. She
won’t hear him.

The staff approach him,
“Take your empty glasses?”
“Cheers… And here’s to many
more.”

He swigs, tightens his belt and
starts again.

 

An Absolutely Stonking “Fuck You”

He follows his work up
Nursing a pint.
There is no TV news
channel,
He sees no people killing each
other for fun.

There are some words to describe
how he’s feeling.
Here’s one:
He feels “better”.
A second:
“Good.”

“How the fuck do I eat all
this?”
He’s quite prepared, he’s experienced.
Hungry!
A new life begins tomorrow.
“Yeah, tomorrow. Tomorrow’s
gonna be awesome.”
Another drink!

He listens intently to the sound
of happy people,
And all the sounds his phone is
making.
There’s no irritating beep;
There’s a nice country music tone
sounding out to say “I want to
talk to you.”

“He’s in a crowded room, happy.
There’s enough noise. Cheerful
noise. He hears all of it. It
all cheers him.

The staff approach him,
“Take your empty glasses?”
“Cheers… And here’s to many
more!”

He smiles, tightens his belt and
drinks again.

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About DickensianJack

Born in Wolverhampton in November '93, moved to Huddersfield in September 2012. Studying at the University of Huddersfield. In love with the town - simple as that. As for the blog itself, I've been doing bits and pieces of writing (with varying quality) for a few years. A friend suggested I start a blog to share my work. Most of the stuff on here is poems, but there's other work interspersed on the page. Feel free to leave any comments on my work. Twitter: @DickensianJack (Jack Dickens) Facebook: www.facebook.com/dickensianjack Cheers, enjoy.
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