College Green hadn’t seen
such a circus in such a while –
a scattering of disaster tents …/
I’m binning my Dyson
it will not remain –
the suction it claimed
has reduced again …/
I am abraded by a faux light
for my immediate set of tasks –
I sit at my cluttered desk
…/
I met a rare squabble
of sparrows –
an old controverse
being lost to us …/
This abstruse epoch of endless information
is a virulent strew of ingrowing metadata –
It is thrown wide like blindly hurled seeds …/
We will – now – we will be read like tea leaves
swilled in a bone china cup and saucer
We – the forcing twins will find a paradox –
the mirrored – the paired inept …/
Between Townsville and Tasmania
there is every conceivable season
now that the rules have been lost …/
Clasped – a cold buttock –
dipping to thoughts of others’
comforts – way before zeal
had become sloth-by-illness …/
There will be a cold sluggishness –
not known since those tardy days
of queued-at red telephone boxes –
impatient lines still in that set chill …/
I am almost the same age
as Mr. S.Armitage –
Today I bought
a collection of his work …/