Down On Magdalene Street

A flashmobb of a moment
In a place
Near a gift-wrap shop
And after the sally army
(which was closed)

Maybe it was Jumperdamn?
Or the Flowerman of Anglia Square
A Flaneur. A bon heur
Pour un moment
J’etait glycolic*

(This was written in part by a spell checker
Esoteric place, the word processor
It pays to be docile
When you’re bearing witness)

Still, there was peace, ambience and
Maybe you’ll know what I mean
If I say:
Scaturient saturnine equanimity?

It was just a moment
But it was a good one
You know, when you’re, like -
Whole?

Ah fuck it.

Ok - not quite:
Small e-lab:
Headlights; Rabbit; Freeze.

Can we shift it?
Yes we can!
Can we move it backwards?

Not unless you’re bob the builders late brother
Or The Doctor..
Me? Thanks for asking -
I’m a bookseller.


* Glycol - An artificial compound linking glycerine and alcohol - serendipitous to this poem with the possible linkage of explosions and drinking ignoring the ulterior connections to hypoglycaemia and upon further reflection: In freeze moments, can we not still swither and twire?