GOLD FORD CORTINA - A CHILDHOOD HOLIDAY POP

we stole ourselves

like fugitives

into a gold ford cortina

early start still dark

roof rack all roped up

on top a gold ford cortina

buckets & spades

waiting on the innocent trade

of sand & seashells

in the suitcase boot

 

~

dawn bloom & diesel fume 

over 

the 

service stations carpark stretch 

& 

devons hills 

devons wonderful hills

roll by 

outside 

a gold ford cortina

APOCALYPSE WALLS

  & 

  the words of the prophet

  are written in oil

  on the apocalypse walls

  & segregation halls

( & 

  were delivered

  in report form

  to the white house

  of the 1970s )

  & 

  whispered in the sound of silence

( & opec talks . . . )