a sixty third new poem ... 'second practice'

Hamilton put down an ‘office copy’

Of FHM, thumbed his TV-sized

Mobile telephone for Twitter updates,

Pictures of gangsta mates

Playing GTA, Call of Duty, perused online
Beauty tips from Top Shop for men and then,

Feeling his sweet tooth,

Fumbled in the pockets of his

Nomex safety clothing for loose

Change and went to find Mercedes’

Chief Race Engineer or a steward to

Operate the paddock vending machines

And procure a can of brand

-ed  fizzy-pop, perhaps a packet of
Pringles, all the time tugging
At his fugging
Diamond-studded ear-ring,
Hearing engine noises and
The shrill tones of his zoned
Out wife.