when i would
ride in the
morning bus
i would look
out at the
sad grey scrub
& brown brush
& i thought -
thats better
than in here
& i thought -
those exhaust
thin grey trees
out there now
stood in the
no mans land
arterial
roadway verge
are better
than in here
better than
this misted
early dog
wet morning
bus ride hole
& i would
imagine
me climbing
thru the scrub
& brown brush
& i would
imagine
standing in
the trenches
of all the
forgotten
& fallow
farmers fields
looking up
at the brick
wild bean cafe
bp stop
add-on pod
& i thought -
its better
in there now
carb-loading
& looking
out here at
the farmers
forgotten
fallow fields
but then tho
in there i
would then think -
its better
out there in
scrub & ruts
of farmers
forgotten
fallow fields
than in this
poor excuse
& also
in there i
would then think -
its better
everywhere
now
i
eaten
from geography.org.uk
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