NO CHOICES
hes gone
where they all go
when they go
see you there
why not
why not
why not ?
SMELLS ME DIESEL
the
cat
manages to make
a
noise just like
hydraulic brakes
& my memory
smells me diesel
in overseas snow
till he farts
like an arsehole
blocked drain now
after heavy rain
& pa gets out
the dyno rods again
ENGLISH CAFE BLUES
in
the
cafe
queues
just
me
its english theyre speaking
but its not english i hear
he NEEDS coffee
they say
they laugh
i am a thousand miles away
my mind made
of cushions
& unable to explain
~
i sit-
well its a controlled collapse
& the view is exactly arse height
&
i
wonder
what
regular secrets
all those under-grundies
have
seen
its a grundy parade
by the calendar stand
& i write it down
now this english im writing
is english i understand
a grundy parade
& mr calendar man
it makes sense on paper
if anywhere can
from flickr.com
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