like
a smeared photocopy from the filthy back tray
another
day starts itself
heavy
with
international misdeeds
but
light
with
front yard birds
bickering brightly on the bushes
and
flat white sideways sun
that
glints
like
glitter
on the
icing sugar
someone dusted over the world
while i slept
dreaming of long dead neighbours
their
garden
stacked high with dinosaur bones
i'd
kick
around in anger
after
they drove away
bags packed
and
on
the run
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