The Long Crawl.

Sluglike and heavy, weary of percentages

Rolling slowly on rough carpets of winter green

Rainfall aftermath damp and blanket atmosphere

Moving by the metre just after sun shower

'Little insect journey'

DONT LET THE GIANT FOOT FIND ME

The concept of scale is a cage in itself

'Little insect Auschwitz'

Chained to the radiator calling for god

 

Crawling in a post drenched place

Cautious of what gaps manage to crease

the gardens of anywhere.

 

Empty plastic bag arms around a kerb

Last chance of community

Establish an alternative bag breaks

Separates sails away

Smothers a distant crawling creature

Rolling slowly on rough carpets of winter green

'Little insect casualty'

Vanished to some elbowless purgatory.

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Picnic In The Dark. ►

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