Tuesday, 26 July 2016

Blink First

I stare into faces non-stop for weeks
and ask myself if this is really wise
like trying to catch three drunk wasps at a picnic
in jars of arsenic marked unfit for humans
and placed on orange plastic table cloths
which have no place in England’s countryside
and then it’s back to staring at the clouds
for what again will seem like weeks but isn’t.

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