there were twenty of them
in velour purple tracksuits
pristine fat sneakers
like hardback books bound
with obese laces
all stood together
waiting to get on
the ride
so i walk forwards
throw on a grin
into the spotlight i imagine
shines on me
heart racing like the rain
later that afternoon
and i walk in front of them
get on the bloody ride
and they all looked at me
with wide smiles
which never reached
their eyes
later, in a bunker,
they laid down
bitter dust of enough tablets
to usher them down
leaving the meat behind
going into space
as stardust
and i didn’t tell anyone
until now
but i’m telling you
MB Blissett 