Robin Maddock

writing

Two painters working on a door

“What a fucking nob head!”

right in my ear

so I assume he was talking about me

with my fake fur Cossack hat on

his reflection on the shiny new paint

scanning me as I passed

I felt 5’9’’

tall as a house

for that is how I remember 

England as I have ever known it

beaten up for the wrong hat

the impotent rage

failed erections

holes in bedroom walls

I wanted to photograph it all

so when i came back past

i had steeled myself for action

the painted lovelies were gone

to their 3.55pm pints of piss

now just a fresh painted door

without reflection.

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