Now the time has gone and I behave badly
Doing things at non appointed times without significance
But dissipating fear of the linearity and inevitable - ness
Of the next thing. Assuages guilt and vice.
The way to the devil and the Brandon papers
Youth in trouble inside language
Robert’s French Revolution and muscles: testing and function
Random-ness was always good enough dad. Why you want a what for now?
Says the sun. Ray’s wearing a sun hat and shades now.
Cannot drive in the mornings without. Wet country road glares.
Leeds two places off the play offs. Someone on loan from Bury
How the mighty fall and the wind outside is fifty miles an hour.
The sea is un-deniable. Wind flotsam connects.
Childhood is now an industry - capitalism has eaten its children.
Somewhere in the subject the titles get lost.
But the good keep trying.
Thrashing around like a Romanian orphan in an airport lounge,
I figure on pots and a trampoline for the neighbourhood teen danger.
Get more paint. Write fewer words. Look up the new Holmes precedent.
And other book titles; pursuits of happiness and occupation….
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