Pomegranate Purple
Was tattooed on the right arm of a female skinhead who passed me in the street
It was surrounded by garlands of red and white roses
When I saw the girl again I asked her about the significance of her tattoo
She replied that the tattoo had been a gift from a bus company
Skinhead Rebellion
The revolution should have taken place many years ago
But no-one could be bothered
So we opened a shop together selling retro clothes
Our venture proved to be so profitable
That the town was soon full of skinheads
Who began to plan the revolution with us once more
Glass
We are all voyeurs
He said
Otherwise glass would not have been invented
But what of mirrors?
I asked
It was God’s first creation
So that we might admire our own reflection