Tag: surrey

Fruits and Suites

We washed in an avocado-coloured bath -
we had never tasted that foreign fruit
back in nineteen-seventy-two - or three -
we were lucky to get to peel tangerines

It was a plastic suite - uneasily creaking
with our scales of weights of our pre-teen
occasional visits - each darkly recorded . . .

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Paperboy 1st April 1977

Here in this alarm-met half-lit hour
things still bide from other April Fools' days

Do not forget failing spaghetti trees
on foolish reportage loops

Again those soft nudges on slow senses
of soote aromas off flowering bulbs
there drilled - then paraded by retirees

My sucking lungs . . .

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