You dog fear you cur
I want to break
you from me
Because of the dreams that can
because of Mrs Baber at no. 63 and her cat Gwyn
because of the exchange rate
on the Hang Seng
because of the suits
and dry roasted peanuts
because of what falls apart
like the cakes my mother baked
into I don't know
how many animals
impersonating me
or the not-know ball (what's that?)
of sense that hits
right in the middle of my head.
Best
Dave
David Bircumshaw
Leicester, England
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