Friday 8th May



Machine growling, White stick walking, the coming & the going
of the mice. You know me now, what I like, flat-foot slapping,
carrying the perfume of a man in suit. You did it over night,
leaning into shadow, sunlit mouth, carrying a fragile thing.

All the X’s have been counted, well at least enough, the circus
put back in it’s box, promises tempered with reality, how many
times? Repeat chorus, fade.

Going back to Hawkwind, Space Hippies underneath the Westway,
doing something…


One thought on “Friday 8th May

  1. Another 5 yrs of bashing the less fortunate. I cringe. Quark, Strangeness and Charm or Damnation Alley. The cosmic carpet ride’s a much better option today. Speeding to Canterbury to return my daughters to Uni and their end of year exams. Future Forensics in the waiting. Have a beautiful day.

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