saturday morning observations


saturday morning observations  (  snoitavresbo gninrom yadrutas  )

passing cars but nothing parks

eyes are tired but up with larks

floating in a duffel coat

sucking on a menthol sweet

daffodils & spots of frost

mirror men in empty shops

vomit on a cobbled street

broken glass & doner meat

scribbles spit within the bonce

swans upon the river mist

piss'eads sleep in bedfordshire

in an english country coma

hit the fields & breathe the breeze

underneath a silken sun

fuck the queen & hug a tree

birdsong in the bushes



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