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Preston

 

Preston stands behind the counter

of the all night convenience store

selling out of date Cornettos and the

remainder of yesterdays Mrs Macs pies,

there are no bargains here

 

His absence of soul is matched

only by the lonely streets outside,

this town is just another of gods

overflowing waiting rooms where

few people walk the streets at night

 

This was not the destination

nor the fashionable ending to

his life that he had dreamt of,

yet at 3.00am on a wet April morning

this was where his past had led him

 

He could never understand why

people could never understand,

depression had called him like

a silent dog whistle, once heard

the shrill in his mind never stopped

 

Preston stands behind the counter

of the all night convenience store

selling out of date Cornettos and the

remainder of yesterdays Mrs Macs pies,

there are still no bargains here

 

The tablets had helped but the side effects

should not have seen him working here,

dizziness, drowsiness, excessive sweating

and a tightness of jaw that scared the customers,

they did not think him handsome

 

You could tell by the look of some that they

held no sympathy for anyone working here

you know, that, “you get what you deserve” look,

never knowing the daily struggles Preston

faced to keep himself out of the pound

 

Long lost of family he fights every day

never giving in to the pack of hounds

baying and howling inside his mind

like many, he is a fighter who won’t

give in and he is not alone

 

Preston stands behind the counter

of the all night convenience store

selling out of date Cornettos,

the last of yesterdays Mrs Macs pies now gone

he stares at the empty pie warmer

 

At the entrance to the store room

sit a dirty mop and bucket,

these are not for cleaning,

they are for cleaning up, both

have a rusty red colour to them

 

Blood rests too easily on this floor

battered wives and girlfriends

doing late night runs for cigarettes,

punched out of bed by drunken

men who swear they love them

 

Preston has seen it all, it chills him

but despite his own demons he has often

intervened when the need has called

many would quit but he needed the job

and after all, it was only a knife wound

 

Preston stands behind the counter

of the all night convenience store

selling out of date Cornettos and

loading the next batch of Mrs Macs pies

mice droppings litter the counter

 

An eddy of mid autumn leaves brush

up against the gaudy painted panes of

industrial glass that fill the shop front

tree branches scratch the windows

Preston doesn’t seem to even notice

 

The colourful photos of fruit and veggies

never seem to match the real thing inside

Preston thinks the same of the wedding

photo he keeps folded in his wallet

the real thing is always different

 

Preston, Preston stands behind the

counter of the all night convenience

store selling out of date Cornettos,

the Mrs Mac pies are too cold to sell

I stand and stare then quietly leave

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Posted 13/10/2015 by DarKarsean in Uncategorized

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