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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