pub closing
put me out
up the peasants hill
in the
estuary nights
floating satanic grey
i - shortcut fuckwit
embraced
weeknight
marshside
subventure
wet got in my socks
& work in 6 hours
one thousand miles away
~
cattle
in the
soft walls
of
heavy marsh mist
elephant shadows
contrived
as the sea
they fade out with backward steps
~
i look for Nothing
maybe Somethings there
war residue
pillboxes
squat stoic
&
fade out with backward steps
ghost farmers late night
heifer hunt tractor lights
head east
in an
up & down
smear smudge
mission jag
~
i am
in a
bathroom bin
cottonwool ball
boots
a
memory
knee down
all gone
faded out
with
each
backward step
now
all directions
the same
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