Friday, 8 October 2021

WORLD WAS BUSTED WHEN I GOT HERE




i pull my boots on
& walk on down the hall . . .

i go gardenside
for lawn
for air
for the abyss above
& the girth below

i take a folding knife
to feel useful 
to feel prepared
its titivating

its diy smoke & mirrors
& a poor shadow of our ancestors
can-do 
tinder-box 
flint & steel
rich soil psyche 

i breath cbd fog
everything hurts
i am out to pasture
in a hanging-in-there lawn chair

fox at my feet
food questions in his eyes







photo - fox & chair from the Dagenham Archive

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