#fiveminutepoem Nov 25

I have 9 minutes enough
surely there won’t be a filmic meeting on a train platform in the winter sunshine
surely not

What is the job of pepper
on the tongue in the eye

There is something about this place that could be something

And lo an artist strolls in tattooed casual
And a boy spoke of his ears last night
and of travelling
And another buys a coffee, hand in pocket
And a flock of dirty birds make a swoop in the sky
And pierced, she unwinds her black scarf off her black clothed body
And “I’m a vegan!” he says in his happy accent, telling the room about his tumour
And I’m hoping this is decaff
And I wonder what will come out of me in 2 to 4 minutes

-VC

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