PS it was nice coffee
late winter < ~ > early spring
diffuse in its glowing is the dawn’s way
across the fields of the pinkest day
**screen lights up**
£200 off a new boiler !!
~ screen goes back to sleep ~
on social media i share the antisocial
of all the reflections in all the world
and i have to walk into mine
‘here’s looking at you kid’
give me a break will you
we’ll always have plaster of paris
outside
on the garden seat a robin stares at me
~~i wave ~~
he stares ~~i wave~~ he stares
then he shits on my chair and vanishes
now both the robin and his shit are in this poem
brown boots ‘well i ask you’ is a moot point
cheerio coffee is ready
~~~
PS it was nice coffee
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