I am thinking of what to do in my two Edinburgh shows. I may well put in some slightly more scripted word pieces as opposed to the usual ramble, though the usual ramble will be present as well.
This is some words about those gifts you buy on holiday for family members and then, one holiday, there is no need to buy them anymore.
Drunk Wasp Shopfront
The Fudge in the window
was spur for a memory.
Cut Cubes behind glass
Wasps dipping & licking.
No need to go in now
I can leave the shop be.
Last time we bought some,
They slumped in that paper bag
to the left of your chair
lumping back to single candy mass in the sunlight.
Never Forgetful over sweet treats
You barely touched them now,
Still there when you were gone.
No purchase needed
I’ll browse a while anyway
Maybe a quarter of clotted cream
Shame to leave empty-handed
What window will be the memory spur of me
If all the bookshops are gone.
Oxfam? Iced buns?
Or maybe just a skip. “splintered shelves, a snapped CD, bubble wrap & a picture frame that rings a bell.”
It’s not really finished, I am still working out how to do this.