DIRTY STOPOUT 1
it
was
in
a
blur
of
exhaustion
worry and hasty
food
that
i
slid
helpless
wilful and unaided
into
the
twilight of
exclusion
DIRTY STOPOUT 2
when the phone rang
it
was a warning siren
cos
the
whole
world wanted in
down
the curly wire
i would break out
in a cold sweat
on
my bed island
unable to decide anything
at
all
DIRTY STOPOUT 3
it
was
in
a
fools
gamble
to
keep
time available and mine
that i shut the door fast
after
work
and
mechanically
inebriated
my
residue
way
over
the
plimsoll
line
DIRTY STOPOUT 4
sunday was a buffer
a condemned ritual
of
baths
and
nothing
and
wine
the emptiest of fields
that
my mistakes needed
to
breath
DIRTY STOPOUT 5
and today
well today
i
wait for the postman
like
a
child
at
xmas
with only natures hangover
and
the
gasman
is
coming later
between noon and five
the gasman
is
coming
to
visit
me
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