(Florence Walk, Bishops Stortford, August 4, 2014)
little noisy children here
hey stop that shouting!
you are all like bubbles
– right?
OK?
then I’ll be back
OK then too?
monkey! monkey!
you’re a monkey too
just
a little one
here come more children
passing thru
have a good day tomorrow
& say goodbye to Charlie
was that Paulina?
or maybe a Sarah
the one
we used to know?
the process
falls quiet
now
well, that
quick visit to the loo alright
this place
needs noise now
I stress this
it’s black
the little bag
the little shop
bright jewels
white bread
I’d better
go the Jackson Square
Florence Walk
is dead
hullo?
are you alright?
it was
the little boy’s phone
his brain rots
rustle! rustle! squelch!
under a cold
luminous dome
we just
walk by
thank you
this is a start again
turn out
then scoff
that was
love
ly
pleasure drops
greatly
& infrequently
so much
I must use
thank you
so much!
simple & sure
uncomplicated alchemy
beautifully composed
on noblest bards
utopian princesses
I’d be happy
I’d embrace
oh, tapirs then
bring me one
bring me lots
– they eat
all the kids’ phones
all at once
that’s what we use
doing the Florence Walk
only the world dreams
utopian
hope lurking
in unrented shops
an insipid ghost
worthless &
unridiculous
at best
schneugh! schneugh!
let the tapirs rummage
no place else today