The day after the day after wholesale slaughter flyblown autumn gossamer persists stubborn as winter rowan becomes tonight more trash to incinerate sweet horse chestnut We endure stale lavender All the greens become obscene rude yellows stark enchanted azure No chance of heaven at eleven. As in the black night a certificated medic calls to say: Life goes on without us then just like glimpses promptly disappears
Child ran out
excited with lolly, hit by car,
did not see, did not look,
hit and run,
ambulance,
call the cops…
…blood on road, rage and blame,
no punters,
don’t push it,
show respect,
after all,
under the circumstances,
no you don’t!
Just keep stumm,
play doggo, wait for cops,
not my day, never is,
seventeen nineties, fourteen nines…