ENAMEL CAMPING MUG

it was muggy 

& smelt of gutter nettles
the air heavy 

with empty threats 

of a storm that wouldnt come
like fists in your face 

after last orders
the accompanying feet 

not able to ground a hook
& i am reminded 

of all the festivals long ago
the slippery bacon 

in processed rolls
after a morning zoot 

as a mild primer
& night-chilled white pinot 

in an enamel camping mug
infinite techno 

in the head shop haze
& a rock tune-up 

somewhere over a dusty low rise
but this was 

homebase carpark
streatery food truck 

firing up for lunch

IN AN EARFLAP HAT

in an interview
in a covered
sink estate walk thru

they asked him
if he had any
hopes for the future

we can only hope to keep
the robots at bay

he said
sat on the concrete
puffing a zoot
in an earflap hat