It's Still Life

A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week

The I In It

6.
Disposable 

when I 
          unlock my carbon,  
          and become a disposable 
          dark stochastic 

and go the way of 
that drachma 
I found on Brighton beach - 

next to that smouldering 
          disposable 
          barbecue, 

I will join 
the swallows and swifts at some 
          ancient festival dedicated to  
          airy grace 
          in a field of 
          blue cornflowers
          with crooning cats.

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