I MAKE

mental notes in the many mornings of the dirty white vans

i see on my journey in

driving fast on the roundabout/swinging wide over the humped back bridge

of their rolled coloured blinds and fun stenciled logo’s

and of the cars parked up silent and looking empty

but with thick misted windows of opaque silver

on the mud ruts

by the dawn church

dogging venue number one

i picture myself remembering them all

and aiding impressed policemen and policewomen with heavy belts

making important enquiries

later on

i’d even tell them how it smelt of chemical shit

outside by the riding school

but how in the hospital

it smells

to me

of the last day of school