321. putting the world to rights
tea and biscuits later
a little sip of wine right now
red-carpeted ammonites
swirl
in the limestone floor and
a tray of sweaty coins waft by
the musty bible smell
– I love the smell of musty bibles in the morning –
woken from my reveries by William Tell
on someone’s mobile
a blast from the past
Kemo Sabe no less
– no joined-up thinking here
whilst they’re purring secret worlds into my head
these gushing gossiping gargoyles
in pink rinses
in pacamacs
in 4711
now we’re deconstructing Charlie Drake
and Mr Pew
and putting the world to rights.