Wednesday, October 3

Pop Song '96

london is the autumn way the wind went and pretended it

when a london is oyster waiting to be eaten
all grey,
blurry in its jagged shithole
and no pearl

london give me your giblets
organ lumps that the no one wanted

fellows upright in drizzle
or supermarket offers detached
from sailing card’s bright colours
the roadworks sing Pop Song ‘96
while we wait for green

london, fling up your umbrella in hallelujah
fling up your dresses
fling up your puddles with lorry caresses

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