Thursday, 13 May 2010

Election Special, A Bar of Rock

The cheque got sent to a house that had burned
down years before. I flicked through a hardback
in a daydream then realised it was a Companion
to Consciousness
. It was overcast as she went
to vote but she came back with breakfast - the
small one nearly choked on marble guitar-strings
of fat - we spent the day saying silly bacon
to the television. On the whole we'd had a good
year, then we ran out of money. The doctor prescribed
something for the anxiety along with the odd piece
of cake. The Socialist Choristers knocked in the night
to give her back her vote - it was scored as an X
                                         through a stick of rock

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