Holidays

Well, I'll be damned...
the easter holidays
are upon us.
It means a grand sum
of fuck all to me
other than I must fall
asleep with the window closed
so the sounds of children playing
do not rouse me
at unspeakable hours.

I wake up stuffy
to hear the sound
of cheap footballs
being kicked against walls,
it reminds me of being hit
by that pesky peugeot at 14.
The internally metallic clunk.

There are insincere screams
followed by laughter
as I smile through a cigarette...
they will be here 
soon enough.