who are we now
the sundrenched catastrophe
louder than a rock concert
too quiet to ban smell
the déjà vu air busy
old soothsayer, familiarity
breeding itself ; if in doubt
swing on the whimper of a
holiday restrain emotion's
tatters behind the roller doors
- all my pretty ones we are
packing up the patios for
storage in the garden sheds
diy philosophers plagiarise
fortune's songbook why would
the boomerang come back