Haynes Lane Market

Will Hatchett

Neatly from the alphabet they stare

Equal in rank, crooner and head

With their stacked heals and bouffant hair

Des O'Connor and the Grateful Dead

Their sleeeves fading to obscurity

The too-sincere, dangerous and mad

With cracked old videos for 50p

I watched them with mum and dad

Stoned and square, hippy and straight

They are moving to oblivion

Time does not discriminate

Shuffling to the bargain bin

Perhaps it is better to end up here

Than in a summer season on some pier