theres
dog walkers
on
the
ambient
soul
of
the
grassy
knoll
holding
plastic
bags of shit
&
its golden crown
of
pasty crumbs
is
sideways sunlit
soft
autumn low
~
the
jewellers
cat
on
grocers
corner
is
sat dead
central
on
the
bubblegum
pavement
a radiating beacon of nevermind
in
the
high
streets
fallen
shutter
ensemble
~
look
how
shoppers
break around his bow
their
rushed meat
plastic-bag stumbling
in
his
imagined
wake
from smallbusiness.com.uk
