hatchbacks on fire
a poem or pic a day until I die or dont; the online home of Ford Dagenham
Wednesday, 24 August 2022
BAD INK FOR BREAKFAST
it is dawn /
i am stale
i feel kinda
poisoned
my foot comes out the covers
&
somehow
it is
too big
too near
too meaty
its details are pungent
so i write it down
bad ink for breakfast
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