SUMMERS END PT2

in the dearth of purpose

of summers end

the sun sets wild & orange
on the rippled aluminium

of warehouses

& showrooms

& incognito cannabis farms

& workers in autumn shorts
with clipboard hands

& pda pockets
rush a smoke or a vape

on the loading bays concrete aprons

of chevrons & cracks

& shadows too long

surely too long

for half past four

in the afternoon

i pull the blinds

in the vacant unit

& curl up in my clothes
on the office furniture

resting

between heists

SCREEN BURN FADED

cant recall all of this poem -

i was napping
& its screen burn faded
into dreams
of victorian era 

whisky heists

but it ended like this -

'wild & loose

 on

 the
 lsd spiderweb tangle
 of
 englands roving roads'

its beginning 

forever lost 

to the ether