Published in Issue 9 of the Crank
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In the depths of the weekend, a tiny earthquake
at the path’s edge. A toddler
wild animal shrieking. His plastic windmill
spinning. From the allotments
hard working smoke drifts, and a dog sided lady
smiles and rests on her walker.
In The Plough, cracked crystal houses
salt-stained foil and pints multiply
in a taproom that, time after the smoke has cleared,
will overheat.
Lady and toddler long since home to bed
when Saturday succumbs, all out of sorts,
collapsing in a carnal shriek, spilling out and fighting
in the empty streets. A tiny earthquake
at the world’s edge.
at the path’s edge. A toddler
wild animal shrieking. His plastic windmill
spinning. From the allotments
hard working smoke drifts, and a dog sided lady
smiles and rests on her walker.
In The Plough, cracked crystal houses
salt-stained foil and pints multiply
in a taproom that, time after the smoke has cleared,
will overheat.
Lady and toddler long since home to bed
when Saturday succumbs, all out of sorts,
collapsing in a carnal shriek, spilling out and fighting
in the empty streets. A tiny earthquake
at the world’s edge.