Friday, 18 November 2011

The First Winter From Home

I spend a long time just looking.
The skeletons hang from the trees.

Two roundels in the windscreen where the tax disc should be.

Support Your Local Hell’s Angels
Free State of Avalon

The man next door looks thin and sick.
He lives on chocolate and cigarettes.
Says he wants to be a mechanic.
Just as well: his truck’s
always going nowhere.

It’s parked behind a half-sized
bus owned by a man with a big
red beard. He wears a trilby hat
with a badge pinned on it.

The Man From U.N.C.L.E.

We’re all packed in here
on this patch of sandy ground.

Tonight, snow will come
to catch us unawares…


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