Sunday 20th January

BARRIER TO BRUTALISM:

I’m riding a train at night,
There’s nothing weird about that,
There’s a big man breathing garlic,
From across the aisle,
It doesn’t bother me,
It reminds me I’m not safe at home,
I’m exactly where I want to be

(K)

Friday 18th January

DRYING CLOTHES AT THE LATE NIGHT BRUTAL CARWASH:

She’s got a tiny man,
She’s got a woollen head,
She’s got a smile for the boy who lives on a shelf,
The boy is sharp,
A new pencil in a funky suit,
With wires,
To deliver all his needs

(K)