(Day 29) Subtle Escape

Yes, I have no further documents

of my past I can draw on.

No memories left in the ruins

Of my second school

Which almost caused me

A breakdown at 15

Or anything about being at

Youth training 18 months later

Which managed that.

Nothing about working at Macess

In Trafford Park

Or Easi Trim twenty yards up the road

Both of which had me sweeping

Up the car park

During my first day.

Nothing about working in Castlefield Art Gallery

After fleeding my first scheme

After being beat up several times

And frequently getting my hours mixed up

Or Marks Menswear

Who got rid of me on my fourth day

After incorrectly measuring up a customer

And nearly choked him.

Nothing about eight and a half years

At Great Universal at 2 jobs I hated

And a year temping as a kitchen porter

Here, there and anywhere

It becomes like a Jigsaw puzzle

Where I actually worked,

Buried in a maddening kiss

So each place became as much

As a race

But a leap across high fences

A leap from page to page

Life to life

Burying myself constantly

In subtle escapes

From each place

Constantly re-inventing myself.

(Day 29 was sadly wrote before the prompt for today came through which asked us to throw in bits of other languages into the pieces. I did actually try here but the piece told me to forget it and bits of my past instead came into it)