by Andrew Taylor
The lemons are from Turkey
container enters
motorway corridor
pace gather a sense of runway
strip light replacement
across point ghost tunnel
river gradient
glow of ink shine of ink
condensation on the inside of a plastic lid
underground
take the technical work it through
there is the possibility of a rainbow
first encounter
river view
Tom would take the commuter ferry
in early evening mist
wait! the office is not yet open
by chance the cup is brewing
pilgrimage seven streets expanded
views from the floor
neon of Exchange Bar reflection
leaves tambourine tumble
knee high boots weather
accordion stops
tail end of hurricane
or is it a severe storm
between March and December
annual communication
carve your useless names
before the storm gods
unleash
here they are!
don’t wear corduroy before your time
keep paper cuts clean
make sure not to slag people off in poems
you will be plagiarised
‘Welton began to bore me
Matthew began to bore me’
Don’t drink Gin in the winter
the young won’t get it the young won’t get it
tell us what you want and tell us what you need
Listening to Scott Walker
loudly
it really should be played
in a rented house in Bootle
on Mordaunt Shorts
reading a big paper
# 66 but the bottle is #12131
The fence has been cut
it burns with a crack
sparks rise like bubbles in a vintage glass
the blanket is for coverage
stay with it buddy boy!
run to the grocery
unless you want frozen pizza
I'll fix you some coffee
Oh we're all out of it
you had rather a lot last night
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