man
thin
smoker
clothes uninspired
arrives across the street
4 pm or 5 pm
or midnight
stops his old estate car outside his ma's bungalow
handbrake a witches shriek
kipple squashed tight up against dirty car windows
like drunks packed
into Tokyo trains
in the fifth rush hour of the day
office chairs
bicycles
bin liners of old clothes and old toys
he plunders pockets
he explores creases
he segregates
like
some
awful
cold burglary
like
soft eugenics
choice pickings disappear behind bungalow doors
most is packed into more bin liners
and piled
five
high
by the bonnet of the broken-down Transit
wedged in the depths of the drive
he
does
this
everyday
4 pm or 5 pm
or
midnight
kipple coming home
i think
kipple
coming
home
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