Missing persons
I got a sat-nos for Christmas,A device that you use
When sitting down comfortably
Like a 1950s child,
A device that you use
When you want to remember
Like a 1950s child.
I switch it on and point it
To the past, and lo it
Lights up the veins
And arteries of my life,
Snakes to where I used
To live and play and live
Like a 1950s child.
I go along reunion road,
And try to find the house
Of thingymejig, the boy
Who was my best friend
In the time of rationing,
Then I am taken down
Sentimantal street where
I visited aunty whatshername,
But she wasn't really my aunt,
Then I skip left into a cul-de-sac
That is full of newly-weds called
Him-outdoors and her-indoors,
Then I return to where I started:
A lock-up in lockdown lane.
Poetry by Christopher Fernie
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Written on 2021-03-24 at 12:31
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