2072: Harold

He once lived in a tall house lined
by others’ crap – In unused rooms

stacked stuff – hardly touched [all
lacquered in dust] – an exhibition –

a home pinned low by anomalies
& burdened by car boot bargains –
there a straw-set magpie perched

on a branch – three boxes of tools
in a garden shed [without a door]

& a device to disturb desire that’s
not-wanted-these-days – He left it

then – that rag ‘n’ bone yard home
[in a cruel town of piled enquiries
he so detested] – He’s no longer in

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