Having agreed

this heliotrope

had at least 10 minds

of its own,

we re-attired

our duffled coats

& trundled our separate waves

home

(s)




Wheruponst 

1 conversed

with the souls of the very nearly

 cursed,

ate a nectarine,

ran an ice bath

then buggered off to Bedfordshire

as all energy

dispersed.




They 

on the other foot

ate soot,

& watched some LIVE

abstract mime

shot put.




No one really won.




Apparently it was shit

...