3 PM
nowhere town
stale like bird-table breadcrumbs
gets
by
on new Morrisons
and
extra lanes on the A Road
and
endless drs visits
where
we
whine
about
our standard decay
and
John Lennon sings idealism from the receptions radio
sounding
in the 21st C
like
quaint wallpaper or unremarkable rain
and
everyone here to hear it
has
bigger sicker fish to fry
crumple people
too numb
to dream
but
when
next
Phil Collins sucks the soul from a Detroit classic
thats
when
Johns song
shines
the
most
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