Neil Fawcett

Patronage

A man parked his car
at Lidl on the Aeropli road
and filled it with food and wine.

Watched

by a thin man
from Pakistan
with a spray bottle
and a dirty cloth.

Uninvited

he sprayed the screen,
scratched off dried bugs,
scrubbed it clean.

Grateful ( for the opportunity)

the blood faced man
rummaged for a euro,
shook the cleaner's hand,
smiled and drove off

to his villa in the hills.

French Fields

Home keys not pressed
rest.
Crosses trace the contours
white.
A chorus of silenced
chords
string across the wind.

Neil Fawcett © 2014

Glasgow Girl

Do you know what she said,
that blond young girl from Glasgow?

The moneyless, motherless girl
sitting on the edge of her bed,
looking down to the million-souled city,
belly slopping with cheap soup;

The girl with hungry worry gnawing
the bone at the back of her brain
with ninety eight pence and some
soup to see her through until Friday -

This blond young girl child from Glasgow said:

'I don't think about the future
that's ages away isn't it?
I worry about money, but everyone worries.
Those with money worry,
just not about money.'

Neil Fawcett © 2014