Monday 9 March 2015

FAR FROM THE GRABBING CROWD (SATURDAY NIGHT)





8 pm drive-thru
is
an
oasis in the industrial night
and
we’re queuing together for our supper
and
we make our noises
and
our sounds
and
they matter
and
are our song
and
this small car
we
bought together
plays
Radio 2 and Queen
and
drives us back home
to
stroke the old and dusty cat
who’s
tears have dried
into
crust on his nose
and
we
eat
our
fried chicken from its boxes
home
alone
on
the
sitting room rug
far
from
the grabbing crowd


 from brand.eating.com

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