too many if you’re growing up
and the whistled
boys in question are the locals to be feared
on a one tree avenue. Some English white trash.
I heard they are called that now but, oh,
know that then, I’m sure.
A now-stooped, ageing
[who probably nobbed a model] – no he didn’t –
was the parka-wearing don,
essentially I forget yeah if
it was the Madness or The Jam…
which he loved. I think the latter.
He wasn’t there when I was
for being too cheeky
though he t h r e w his w e i g h t around in some spiky prickled sense.
his smelly parka stayed with me
– he didn’t – as white boys are
hard work – the newest results
never very much.