supermarket cafe
&
i am kinda hiding
&
i am kinda disguised
&
i take my place at the window
&
the museum feeling creeps in
like dusk creeps in
in
winters
turgid
pm
fail
& summers under-rug dust is free
to cataract the daytime tv
~
they follow their kipple carts
out down the hatchback rows
trapped in fashion
&
the madness of ads
new bucket
old water
happy new year
bogofs
keeping
revolution
at bay
& like i said before
i am so full with memories
i am bursting like a child
i am so full with memories
i am bursting like a child
from telegraph.com.uk
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