The onion rings the death knell
Another colonic irritation
In the ring roads of my mind
All the Chicken Lands are intertwined
In the hatchback of my imagination
Hardened suburban arteries of chicken fat and tarmac
String over cardboard car parks
Municipal fountains of folly
Crazy paved stairway to the takeaway
In the face of provincial tides ebbing in my mind
A bus station behind the empty market shares the wind with chicken bones
The charity shop stands by the claim that the waist has grown larger
Or traded a date for a date to put underfoot
And taken away
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