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DOOR_WINDOW_WALL
04:58
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BE AS THE CLOUDS
03:14
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STEETLEY CHIMNEY
04:29
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ODDS AND ENDS
06:09
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On Fridays, the waste's left
out on the pavement on Cinnamon street.
With the glass and the carton
in separate compartments,
washed out and drying in the breeze.
While this suburb is still snoring
Grease jumps off a lorry,
swings it, and puts it back, neat.
Then, after his shift
he undoes the steel clips
and slips out of his old dungarees.
But this isn't him.
No, he's never been sure
why bright kids like him
never did well at his school
He doesn't feel well.
He can't say why.
He isn't complete till he wakes up on Sunday
to do what he does every week,
where the odds and ends meet.
He packs up his boxes
with the boys from the hostel
and stacks them in the boot with a push.
He bombs down the 127 –
windows down, heavy metal –
past the pop-up car wash that went bust.
Turning into a field there is
a summer steward in high vis
who asks for ten quid for sellers with cars.
Grease parks up in a corner,
clocks who got here before him,
and assembles his table from it parts.
Next to it, on the grass, he flattens a huge
square of sheet PVC
and lines up the usual suspects:
the clip frames; the TV-cum-DVD;
knock off perfume; collectable trains;
a vinyl carousel...
For the rest of the morning he's holding his breath
and hoping like hell
that these odds and ends sell.
Opposite, the Afghans
wearing their parent's caftans
(their exotic USP)
are selling a truckload
of once-used shoes and clothes
thrown out by NW3.
With their hand-painted armies
and their dismembered barbies
the twinkle twins are out to make their fortune,
while Tanner stage 3
hot-panted teens
practice hula and make cats cradles with glo-loom.
Kids sticky with My Whippy crouch down
to see heat rising up through the air.
The loyal and louche lapdogs snooze
in the shade of cheap folding chairs.
The turkish trailer man is sweating pints
as he shaves off hot meat
for the weak men who cheat and still fail
and seek weekly retreat
where the odds and ends eat.
Soon these unbelievers
who skip church for the Jesus
of bargains-you-just-can't-beat
drive home to their lunches
and the fresh sucker-punches
of another working week.
Temps from Poland incinerate
the litter, which infuriates
Grease with his waste-not mantra.
For six days the grass
is faded and flat,
the only trace that any of this happened.
When Grease is ready to leave, he sweeps what remains
into one rag doll box.
He regards them: they are each heavy with stories,
these bits and these bobs.
He makes a few pounds from his new stuff but these
waifs and strays are always left behind.
Like him, they are waiting for a better time
where the odds and ends shine.
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MORNING SNOW
04:07
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6. |
A FIST FULL OF AIR
08:32
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7. |
STOREY'S WAY
03:37
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Neil Singh Brighton, UK
Where is the music as dark as the times we are living in? With themes that cover Black Lives Matter, the refugee crisis, pornography, and terrorism, Neil Singh's debut album is a musical critique of empire in the modern day.
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