Bluebottle Milky Way

Bluebottle Milky Way, Milk Tray Roundelay, shopping for stanzas in Bonus Bonanzas, eating a pizza and hoping to feature in somebody's poem. Rhymes clashed, the diction trashed, the metre ran out; the jukebox, Graham Nashed. I was leaning for meaning while sweeping and cleaning, the sheets and the shirts where the faithful and flirts, the trousers and skirts, spill out on the streets where the homeless are huddled in tax-credit forms. I made it with Glenda, a mortgage lender, who lived with one accord, to repossess the House of Lords and paint my words, however absurd - invisible......s h K a l m....

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