Prepared with wholemeal bread
Ears full of butter and ham
He starts his Battle of the High Street
Theshoppinghordes
A crowd no less bedazzled
Conductedby windows
and walled shopping funnels
A MAGNIFICENT MAJESTIC MORNING on the impropodium
A javelin shot into a meek mass of stirring people, absently annoyed. Returning life to the strange multitude Who do not wish to indulge the madman
A poet
Lost as a child among adults
Lost as a child suggesting a game of tag
To a group of bewitched gaming console kids.
KICK SELF!
Kind regards,
Johnny Thorn.
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