GOLD FORD CORTINA - A CHILDHOOD HOLIDAY POP

we stole ourselves

like fugitives

into a gold ford cortina

early start still dark

roof rack all roped up

on top a gold ford cortina

buckets & spades

waiting on the innocent trade

of sand & seashells

in the suitcase boot

 

~

dawn bloom & diesel fume 

over 

the 

service stations carpark stretch 

& 

devons hills 

devons wonderful hills

roll by 

outside 

a gold ford cortina

TINY PLASTIC SUITCASE

& i grew

no option

& learned to lean in

lean into it

like on deadmans curve

like on a vincent black shadow

into the fluid apex of the future

& the smoked & amber flood

assembly hymns left in the dust

with the tiny plastic suitcase

& the lunchtime bell

from bikeexif.com

SECOND STORY SMOKE-FREE RENTAL

dawns an 
ambiguous colour
like a dishrag
hanging in front
of a 
three bar fire

it touches 
a long black 
night away

in the street
someone 
in their 
dressing gown
rushes clutching 
thick mail
and
someone rolls 
a heavy suitcase 
baby-thudding
over orange 
block-paving
and
others wear 
white earphones
and tug 
at zips 
on hooded coats 
and rummage
in shoulder-slung bags

i'm blowing smoke 
out an open window

second story 
smoke-free rental

no
one
looks
up

a wagon suitcase from designformankind