Thursday 10 November 2022

straighter?

 



the taxi shouts growth, prospect, in a

well fed font as the councilpavers speak.


he's stunted. hides his tins in bins by the

magistrates' thinks


rumthoughts and his scousedream of a

pitchedroof where he was slickhaired n' flying.


an overstock of pigeons round the flattyre of a

delivercycler outside the frenchpatisserie. see,


this chain is very far from a hérmés scarf on a

fourinch calf. moving on.


I will not be watching the highlights later. I will not

be attending church. In this age of


scruffvegan, we'll be suffering, st stephen, at

highbury kfc. in the plunder he licks lips at


mannequins, quarrelcots and bijoubins to piss in.

a neatly tied bag in the caress of dewy wings


on the corner by the bizzies, twitches. still

some cats call this living.