I'm in a truck
Wet, darkish daytime
Phrygian music shuffles on iPod
Country fields shuttle past
Bullocks
Chickens
Cock
Shafts of light cut in
Puddles hiss
Tarmac crack judders
Fulcrum shatters

Sodden shirt clams back
Tyre jack cranks, shifts, crashes
Breakdown

recovery comes
fiction



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Warrior

I read a book once
about ice
miles and miles of ice
Just one bloke
and lots of ice

It was a novel
but nothing much happened
He travelled 10 miles a day
He had an ice yacht, I think
so there must have been wind
ice, man, yacht, wind, travel
that was it really

Can't remember the title
Sorry
if you were getting interested


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