WEST HAM ON RYE

like a dung beetle slowly nudging it forwards

write a list of painful things that expose bare faced

feelings that you find troublesome homeopathic love

wounds that will not clot or coagulate now

send a scout to plot next moves over the board or

if you like plant stakes in the ground to claim a

way into the recent future. No doubt redactable no traces

we live silently without regression it’s time to go now

you know how hard it is to live. So why not stop? We

were manhandled in your dreams last night; big broad grins

all round it didn’t stop us though. Laughing over chips

and curry sauce later then; maybe a trip on the Woolwich Ferry,

the London Riviera pleasure cruising tidal terror watching those

hypnotic little whirlpools that whisper go on do it.