i could start with
maybe that i dreamt
my neighbours
were
all
lego
that maybe they
piled blue mattresses
up on my drive
and maybe i complained reasonably
and
oozed
out
underneath
the
window sill
like an escaping octopus
and maybe next
i will muse
that
heaven can be a place on earth
if you read milton
and
listen to only
pacific ocean blue
for
three
days
straight
and maybe i would tell you
what horrors happened bogside
explaining again
that tired earthy ritual
and
how
i
searched there
for an enigmatic
sign off last line
as thoughtful a goodbye
as the jangle song
of the cistern waterfalls
urgent maintenance rush
and its draining mournful coda hiss
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