GARDEN POP THE 1ST
a june orchard apple tree
its rude plump fruit
its delirious
overdone
colouring-in
winter
trees
must
dream of this
in
their
hooked and stalky
broom-like
desolation
GARDEN POP THE 2ND
the stressed up-dug
forced nature noise
of next doors
creak-scream wood gates
spoke to my boneyard of block paving
it
replied
with
only
weeds
and the superior silence
of stasis
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he
had
a
vague housekeeper role
in
the
itu
shuffling about in there
like he was hobbled
or had a shard up his arse
maybe of glass
and he was scared
to break it
~
he lurked
touchy-feely
on the periphery
weak clinging hands
flopping like flannels
his jokes were odd
delivered flat
and misunderstood
he was unproductive
had an air of decay
he was labelled
all kinds of bad
and unlikely things
and
easily
hounded out
the poor fucking
strange duckling
theres no give
in the graded land
of uniform geese
~
i saw him today
in the car park
underneath asda
he was moving maybe
12 feet a minute
in
a
hi-vis vest
weakly and oddly and awkwardly
waving
a
broom
up at the cobwebs
on the concrete ceiling
he pushed a plastic cart
looked at me
looked away
looked at me
looked away
empty
aimless
slow
broken
lonely
and
colin
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