flat dirty Essex spreads to grey horizons
indistinct round the edges
like a dirty rug
years old and trodden in
mildewed on a council estate garage floor
and
seeing it from the hospital admin tower on the hill
waiting
in
an
open office corner
of bad chairs
for a recorded TALK with Personnel on attendance
and
wondering
where the eff my useless union rep is
i
think
about
a
god
high above and how he might have felt
all that time ago
when his balls were hot and heavy with creation
ejaculating god-seed
over
a
nascent molten globe
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