post-scrapes  (  s o m e  l o c a l  n e w s  )

i wail at walls when fungi spores

& spot the mess of bugger all

i wipe my eyes of residue

then meet with i - we rendezvous

i dodge the shots of cannonballs

& bask in peas then caterwaul

i sing of glue & buckled shoes

then shit & you & chuckle through

i peep at blinds when curtains call

& run a bath when evenings crawl

i pinch a pew & loosen screws

then plod my tod down avenues

i deck the bread to duck the halls

& quack my back when water falls

i wave at prunes & graveyard yews

then get punch drunk & steal the moon