if
i
listened to my body
listened to its
wail & warp & whine
listened to its
white noise telegraph
& its desperate morse
click-clacking in my dry bones grind
like they say that you should do
then
then
i
would be sleeping
or drifting in the inbetween
on the toilet
but imagining a starship command chair
eating carbs
but hounded by light salad sanity
tickertape headline news
on the bog sheets roll
amateurly sculpting
unconsciously phallic art
with
my
toes
&
cheap modelling clay
lightly opiated to soft kingdom come
photo - Simple Street Deconstructed, courtesy of the Dagenham Archive
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