angst cycle (iii)
[Ɯ] (xvi)

the hurt’s still rattling around
like nuts in a banger van
racing up and down winding B–roads

and the clouds
are imitating hats
rather like those Russian ones

peace
is a glorious wish
but just a wish

right now






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