…

the wheels on the bus

of the rail replacement service

      go round & round – when

      the unions put their foot down

until the traffic lights

turn blue for a change

      as that cosmic trickster

      is a constant spanner

as the sails on the boats

waiting for the isobars

      to clash like a martian

      in a red spacesuit

in between gusts

settle like the dust

      onto the cobwebs

      inside your nan’s knickers

so the wings of the planes

of origami airlines

      fly like a crane

      or a scrumpled ball of paper

into the recycling bin

of back to the drawing board

      until that effing drawing board

      is reinvented

…