Sunday 27th March



I see a man with the face of a cartoon cat painted on the back of
his black jacket, tip-toe through puddles before breakfast.
I watch a man clean his teeth in a field, spit with a serious
dedication between the bins. Piles of yesterday, discarded.
A chiselled face launches into the day behind Velvet shades,
knuckles clutching paper coffee, groovin’ in twos through mud
in skinny jeans.


3 thoughts on “Sunday 27th March

  1. Near Detroit, watching footage coming in from the new shows. The SSL is sonic chocolate, coating me with lush vibrations and new sounds. Would love new live releases so that we can hear it properly. It’s brilliant. Visit us is Detroit. Cheers.

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