Over supermarket lager, pie-eyed

in badly-stained underwear

The sunflower is an explorer throwing

caution to the wind

chasing the raging fiery ball

THE TIMETABLE GLISTENS WITH CONDENSATION

Playing nude bingo at

the Police Station with Nigel

Where do all these words come from?

While watching the sunflowers grow

I got on the train with a ghost

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They talk of Britishness, a solid, golden thing,

a past of cricket whites and a queen who doesn't blink.

They fly their banner, the cross of every saint

and claim this is the one land without complaint.

But no one names the thing. They talk of something pure,

then walk a different street with a different kind of poor.

They are sub-nations, tribes of lifestyle and accent,...

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