” smoke me a kipper, i’ll be back for breakfast “

( ace rimmer )

…

gone magnet fishing
for tins of crab & mackerel

baked beans, sweetcorn
– blue fin tuna

perhaps a coat hanger
a ten p piece

a can of lemon fanta
from nineteen ninety seven

a tesco shopping trolley
from twenty fourteen

rusted like the kneecaps
of a geriatric robot

another magnet fisher
dragged in by their rod

swearing all the way
– catch of the day

a drawing pin
from last fortnight

the backdoor key
of your local mortuary

or an unexploded shell
what the luftwaffe dropped

so if not home by five
– call the bloody bomb squad

…