hatchbacks on fire
a poem or pic a day until I die or dont; the online home of Ford Dagenham
Tuesday, 25 June 2024
FROST LOST GROUT
i become but
napkin notes
written in the titans hand
even the
blueprints now
are losing their ink
everything has come apart
meaning & heart & thrum
gone on the
zodiac wind
i become
a loose selection
from the periodic table
anyway that was monday
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