303. stand up.

I know the word’s in my mouth

rolling around in there


with the others

but they’re not coming out

any of them

they know which side

their bread’s buttered

& why should they

risk it all


for what ?

to end up in a mumbled order

down the chip-shop

or squandered

in a moment of road rage ?


forget it – they’ll wait til

they can make a proper meal of it

 – an epitaph or an oratory

or star in a one-line put-down to some

fucking heckler at

the stand-up tonight.