BUS TO PORTHCAWL
Am I going to go all the way
or will I get off at first base
Bridgend?
birthplace of fifty years ago
where Mam had burnt toast for brecwast
born at ome I was
upstairs, front room
Dad was at a meeting in work
too squeamish or too cowardly to greet his youngest
with a handshake.
a boy
but they were expecting a girl,
to be named Harriet who didn't show
Instead a 'bardd talcen slip'
prosaically popped on to the potty and he has been anal ever since.
So what will it be, bracing sea air to the strains of Paul Robeson's transatlantic telephone call at the Grand Pavilion,
fish and chips and charity shop heaven,
or will I get off in Pen-y-Bont ar Ogwr?
Certainly not Waitrose,
I mean Cowbridge, which is up its own arse and always has been,
but I'm still in Ely as I write, dressed in a vest and knotted handkerchief
Morris Minor's fortnight with the bank oliday on the orizon.
Got a lifetime to make a decision,
the speed this bus is going.
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