Saturday, 11 February 2017

U (February)

U is for Upcycle these ‘useless’ remnants of textile into my one wrap against the elements; these unused sunbeaten bricks and felled timber into my dwelling under constellations; these unusual tear-outs of encyclopedia into bird sculptures of eternal life; these uprooted weed-flowers into a bouquet for the defenders of the Earth. V is for Vanity of internet vacuum I apply to for my self-belief; of victory speech teleprompted to a sociopath I sickened of long ago; of valueless celebrity vanishing like a siesta dream; of this slim volume of invincible sayings and February fables, torn up discarded by the roadside.

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