Let Me Believe



Mortgages and wages and pensions are but pennies to be dished out in alleyways;

out and into the woolly-pavement hat of a homeless bidder.

Keys clanging, I go forth into my own future,

in search of my not-quite-paid-up-for car.

Croaking and spluttering, it, and I,

start, spit and pause


chewing on our hopes and plans for a self-sufficient tomorrow;

distracted by abstractions. And, knowing,

that the absurd is, in itself,

sufficient for us now.

But knowing that

for the man,


in the alley –

for himself, and for his hat –

our pennies are, for him, all of his yesterdays,

and are, for now, and tomorrow, less than sufficient and more than





Copyright owned by Jay Cool, March 2019

Dedicated to all who live on the pavements of Ipswich in Suffolk, UK.

Image courtesy of Pixabay.com





Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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