The Little Wooden Boy
doing things with words and pictures
Saturday, 9 November 2013
Bus note 79
Cars go past
the bus front
with made up necessity.
Hacked lungs
sound in blinding light.
Girl coats
dark lashes
with dark clinging dust.
Quiet scent of excrement:
a work signal.
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