oh !
to be on a two-sun class M planet
stretched
out
on
an
alien patio - an off-world first arrival
basking
in
the
beginnings
of
New Optimism . . .
leaving
sick England fermenting
in
its
war
surplus
tin
one
sun
clings
to
unspoiled horizon
like melting
bubble
gum
the
other
flares
like its smudged - like its on another plane
darker
and
locked in glass
it
would
make a change from pissing
on
my
own turds
everyday
while
a
parliament
of
millionaires
take
all
the
poors perks away
and
tells
them
its fair and caring
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