on a bench hewn from log
my hangover is slid sideways
when
i
find
a
half-joint in a deep pocket
Silver Fish i called them - stiff and dry
its
end
a
crumbling black crater
scene is
nature reserve on reclaimed marsh
boardwalks / plaques
the Thames a touch away
i
light
it
and
smoke
it
and
then
i
am
pointing my camera at unremarkable birds
clicking and clicking
fuzzy photos of smudged brown feathers
again and again
sooooooo much
i
make
myself
laugh and laugh and laugh - clicking photo fool !
suddenly
high
loosened
and
undone
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