…

baggy trousers
not the spanners

of the normalz
in their tight jeans

in a cloudburst
out the other

while we stroll in
looser garments

gargle forth with
wonky songbooks

yet red herrings
they pretend we’re

disappearing
in their sadness

& codswallop
twice is better

in the attic
of the nutter

soon is later
than last morning

thurisaz then
see yuz later

so begin once
more with onions

they the weeping
us the green fields

…