FAR FROM THE GRABBING CROWD (SATURDAY NIGHT)

8 pm drive-thru

is

an

oasis in the industrial night

and

we’re queuing together for our supper

and

we make our noises

and

our sounds

and

they matter

and

are our song

and

this small car

we

bought together

plays

Radio 2 and Queen

and

drives us back home

to

stroke the old and dusty cat

who’s

tears have dried

into

crust on his nose

and

we

eat

our

fried chicken from its boxes

home

alone

on

the

sitting room rug

far

from

the grabbing crowd

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