Our fifth adventure
Was more of a journey
Of when we arrived together
Almost on time
From different directions
Rather than one of us arriving
Over a hour late
And heading into my band’s next gig
Like a tag team
(even though it had become 
just good friends
by that point
which neither of us minded).

This time I didn’t have
Any bus crashes near
Piccadilly train station
Caused by lunatic hookers
Although I did see one of them
Scream pencil dick
At my bus
Which had me wondering
As it drove past,

No broken down trams
At Piccadilly gardens
And no angry people
Trying to strangle the inspectors
For knowing fuck all
About what was going on,

No friends or random strangers
Stopping me in the street
(although I did see
my mate Phil’s ex
who still blames me
for causing them to split
without thinking it was
her paranoid behaviour
which caused it),

No beggars following me
from cash machine
to cash machine
like a trail of bread crumbs
or people following me
like they were going
to mug me any second
(I walked into that at
the tail end of the night
with some poor woman
on the way home)

No lunatic weather storms
Causing me to duck and dive
Underneath bus stops
Or horrific buskers
Stood across the road
Singing ‘singing in the rain’
And turning the rain
Into a near hurricane,

Just a random snapshot
Of people’s lives
Drifting from emotion to emotion
Armed with my lyric book
Leading us like a pony
Into a possible slaughter house

Or the set of Star Trek
Mixed with the little shop of horrors
As we walked into the venue
And I then followed my band
On stage. 

(5th in a series of poems)