The spice of life
but we have no spice
our life is really very far
from nice.
……………You have your dreams
and we have lice
hard streets and stares
our hearts on ice.

Have you ever ached so bloody much
you’d try almost anything
to escape the pain?

How weird you care
only when we’re dying;
weird as you think we are—

so maybe now you can see
the gesture is right.

Ask me how I feel ?
Less than half-alive.
Let me dance it for you
like this
……………zombified.

Jay Ramsay
Photo Nick Victor