Nick Cave hung pictures of
himself on his walls – when
I grow up I want to be Nick –
he’d like to nail-fix all of his
furniture – Susie moves it –
he prefers high heels – they
track streets that my kids’ll
walk on – threat is ever rife
in Brighton – I fear for them
when they do late nights – I
am tortured by distances &
unknowns – every shadow –
each creep of constant tide
on a shingle-sucking shore
just below roads of cruisers
cries out – tired push & pull
is Kemptown’s scarred deal
in history [a mislay of cool]