#2,573 They do not speak English
They do not speak English in
Heaven –
that’ll piss so many
off –
It is almost our shortest
day –
God fucked up with his
planetary constructions –
we
are drugged in His dreich day
[this fug of grey sunlight] –
I’ll stride to my local store –
that
delight of processes –
food to
till –
this place glows for us
[&
Christmas is early in boxes of
out-of-date mince pies] –
My
wind of paths with a sag-bag
in my hand is under a gloom