Poem Friday 20 January 2010

It began as a change in the loo
a costume for brownies
a collar for politics
a leotard for circus
all blunder woman

but the tight rope became loo roll
after a tantrum
and the settings
on the chip in my head
were downgraded

and the circus cheered without me
and all I said
were dumb things
for a life in a
conscripted high street

wrestling for undertones
dog spots on pavements
charting rain drop tracks
on window panes

for folk at home
on squashy couches
who never clapped
eyes on three twirls

but paid to advise
with black and deckers

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