the Big Wheel/horrible Wheel
of the world the wealthy and the wanting
TURNS
(Christ!)
relentless and endless; MAGNIFICENT
at Home and in W1.
and my legs are both emptied from marching
and i clutch my holding hands together hoping
that the phone
BOTH
will and wont
RING its rude alarm of need tonight.
so, i give up . . .
GIVING UP!
and rest outside by the quietly burning refinery
where no one but lorry driver blurs can see me
smoking
in the soft and gentle caressing
hospital rain
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