replacement entry

[wytchcroft]

someone asked again about the 1980s
memories to feed the creatures
born between Thatcher's talons and Reagon's comfort zone
(like a rolling stone)
probing me open with ghastly atari fingers
to recreate a scattered past 
the photos slipped across the desk
a pale face slumped against a wall
is that you?
some pop star party
gatecrashed high times with the low lifes
but the proof got swallowed.

Take it from someone who was there -
you would not want me to bring it back up.