he stole his mum’s car, drove it to wasteground
near the harbour
he’d a mobile to his ear
listening to his girlfriend
over-kissed, he’d still rebelled,
a familiar familial plot
but the back story was his own, (that much
he insisted to the captive audience hanging
on the phone)
he parked the car skewiff by the water and waited a long time
before jumping
it tasted of iron
he surfaced and trod water,
the buildings opposite loomed in the lamps
there was a bar squashed between two cobalt blue garages
in the window he saw an ugly yucca and mutant beer taps
it was comic, like a grasshopper
when he was used to the water he rebelled against the cold
swam to shore on his back, smelling smoke
his phone sank to rest
its battery expiring among cans and mud
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