&
in the bars
in the Dreaming
im ok there
&
can drink without fearing
darks sad blinkers appearing
&
taking me down & disappearing
into the carpets industrial weft
~
i punch at the jukebox there
gold for my heart
my heart is so full
someone
uncollapsed
my star
~
my gibber is verbose
&
i am accelerated mercury
i am erudite araldite
&
night bus cosy
i wish
i was
a guitar
photo Night Bus courtesy of the Dagenham Archive
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