hatchbacks on fire
a poem or pic a day until I die or dont; the online home of Ford Dagenham
Friday, 3 November 2023
DOG BARKS IN A SILENT NEIGHBOURHOOD
the hoot of a train horn
funnelled down the grass banks
of litter & scrub & stubs
&
the movie dialogue
snappy & truncated
by channel hoping hope
&
the dog that barks
in a silent neighbourhood
of a teenage sunday
&
the rave whistles
shrill & bright
on the
smoky
festival wind
&
the cold hatchback
motors
turning over in coughs
on a
frosty workaday dawn
remind me
of the ambient album
found-sound collages
of the 90s
as opposed to
it working
the other way around
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