Bus notes 1
I remember that Queer do
in some place just off Leicester Square.
There was the man in the Freikorps uniform
dancing alone to R. Dean Taylor on the dance floor.
It wasn’t long before I was dancing too.
(Later, I invented my disgust
at his get up to hurt the friend with me).
Music is always doing things to scenes and bodies:
rhythms marked with the weight of heads,
a foot tapping, the Stadtmenschen gathering in the square,
and the good political sense of every smile.
In the condensation on the window
I draw a five line staff and leave it blank.
Duncan Jones lives in Birmingham. A selection from his series, This is History!, has been published by the webzine Bong is Bard. His work has also appeared on Tom Clark’s blog Beyond the Pale. He blogs here: http://childofwood.blogspot.co.uk/