Winter's leaving

Rain on the burner ashes
on petrol traces till
a bleating o-mouth Sun
a spare hedge lonely for

Memory of sheep fear vapours
with a stained work coat
and tempo fag

A dry bad painted wall with flies
behind posh boys out from Edward Rex

Our eyes are becoming too on steady
dry itches from prescript dream tedium
and I wear sticky glasses now

langsam    langsam    four four
     till it's curtains again