Worker bus

Where are we
Now in the 1995
Freeform upbeat
Tributes to the Words
On Wandsworth High Street

I am free
Like the worker bus

Having discovered alcohol
I discovered
Alcohol

My worth
In lines
In grinning
Cheeks
That passed
Me by

Happy girl
In
My
Vectorised eyes

Overbrook

Exceptional
Yellow
Currents
Found
Oscillating
Around
Public
Right-of-Way
Markers

And National Trust
Enclosures

Your world
Lost in a drawer-full
Of matches

Railways
Happy days
Building a boat
In a room

We marked out
The eighteenth century,
Red plastic
And Polycement

I touch at it
In the signs
I will never
Recover

Past Martlesham

This deep-water
Colouring
From Virginia
One day
Made
Mindful

These are the photos
From then I
Could write

Hydrogen Boy

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Hydrogen boy makes good cried the newscaster. Rained ribbons ticker tape over a television snow sky – ‘It taste like pixels’!

Pounding with the drub of sneakers and tearful eyes, the wakeful horde of emancipated youth took broad walk to welcome the surprise.

Back from a batter with alcoholism and the worlds in the sky, war-fair Jones Casci propped quiet satisfaction to the crowd but with post-traumatised light shouldered his wry twin hide.