Pome: I Went Out In Search Of Carne

And found loads and loads

The Ichor Of The Interstellar. Pic: Paradisio Publishing

I Went Out In Search Of Carne

i went out in search of carne

and the carne was close to black and close to cindered

and the ichor of the medium rare sear the red of velvet

and the coffee

a short drink of blackness - too

and whatever you dream of in

this life, chase it - pass it on -

and up past the estádio do dragao

the street sign in a fadedjadecoloured shield

with embossed white figures across it

reads:

rua do dr. henrique de miranda 1832 - 1902 co-fundador de “o comercio do porto”

and:

don’t beat them at their own game

beat them WITH their own game

pass it on

and the man sticking two tables together with tape at 10.26am across from Estadia do Dragao

sets up his wares for Porto-Manchester United later

he does so for him, his family, his ladyfriend, his gentfriend, whoever, because 10 hours from hence 22 balletfooted dudes earning Nth degree taped-up tables in the time of a goalkick will dance their stuff not more than 100 yards from him

and the more you go on the more you see

that people have had the laugh pilfered from them one unaware moment

maybe at the supermarket buying eggs

or post- last orders stumbling home on the cobbles

or

in an episode of kidhood that comes crawling back and back

won’t stop crawling

and the laugh can get refound

reversepilfered

put back where it jigs:

inside your soul where the world can’t pilfer it ever again.

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P. S. i see the dude with the taped-up tables - he is still there circa 11.30pm as i tramp back to the hotel from Porto 3 Manchester United 3

he peddles scarves.