pup warm
as treacle biscuit
hard up on my foot you sleep
in trust what else is currency
cue the bird song the neighbour
hammering the
mushroom’s push now
break
the earth’s crust see what you find
is it all gone to shit the way
the papers say I’ll wait on
for the rain that winter tomato
self-sown in surprise
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