STUFF I HEAR NO 2

 

a handbrake yank & screech

& the postmans out & laughing

his radio not on today

the vans sliding door slides open

with a sound hard to describe - 

a latch crunch-clack 

& truncated roller rail wail ? 

anyway -

he ho-hums his round away
pausing for jabber natter

yeah mate

yeah mate

yeah

HOME GROWN TAPE LOOPS

my backseat bonehead
is bootsale bargain
silly full 
& 
mad tat stacked 

its daft overflowing
into the handbrake well 

&
the long gone
&
the soon going

had
their 
voices imprinted
& 
avatars embedded

in my dawnfall backbrain 

~

so 
i am hearing voices

inevitably 

but
unworried

but dont we all ?

& call them friends

  call them courage 

~

  call them 
home grown 
tape loops
 & 
 a
domestic 
imprinted
golden disc
shorthand
reminder 

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