Thursday 10 January 2013

I MAKE



mental notes in the many mornings of the dirty white vans
i see on my journey in
driving fast on the roundabout/swinging wide over the humped back bridge
of their rolled coloured blinds and fun stenciled logo’s

and of the cars parked up silent and looking empty
but with thick misted windows of opaque silver
on the mud ruts
by the dawn church
dogging venue number one

i picture myself remembering them all
and aiding impressed policemen and policewomen with heavy belts
making important enquiries
later on

i’d even tell them how it smelt of chemical shit
outside by the riding school
but how in the hospital
it smells
to me
of the last day of school



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