monday, then


monday, then  (  neth ,yadnom  )


no cappuccino – but hot vimto

branches on the path

& dead pheasant feathers


the daze was ablaze

in the kingdom of the beige

like a dart in the heart

of a chartered surveyor


the sky was alive

with the wings of an ant

but the ground was the sound

of a comatose crow


ten red robins, seven treecreepers

the telephone rang

& rang, & rang


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