SOME UNVELVET MORNING

      & some days

   

    i will wake up

     or  segue really 

  from  naked high street dreams

   into an unvelvet morning

    where  i find time & myself

     in

    a kind of prism

         where

   the air is abrasive

       with 

        the 

 long summer shadows of english gin

      &  vicarious with

    war & news  & gritty fatigue

  &  going for coffee

   i have to go for coffee carefully

          because 

 i can see that the night

    has 

     left

   the  nowhere hatch

      wide

     open

       again

   

  &  the  day &  the house  
       are already

     falling down
        &  thru   -  
   s t r e t c h e d 
         like  
         a star trek 
       anomaly 

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