Advice
Come on, give yourself
a talking to. Bad thoughts
are the playground
of other types, those
you were told to keep
away from. Your psyche
is the clean reception area
of a village constabulary
where you popped in
with something home-
made for your uncle
the desk sergeant
not this ungodly precinct
smelling of piss
in a broken neighbourhood.
This isn’t who you are.
Look at yourself. Repeat
the mantra: good family,
good school, good
prospects. Now turn round,
go home. Breathe slowly.
…
Neil Fulwood lives and works in Nottingham. He has published two collections with Shoestring Press, No Avoiding It and Can’t Take Me Anywhere. His third, Service Cancelled, is forthcoming in June.
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Very powerful poem
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