one haircut today.

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One haircut today, and that was first thing this morning.

My winter duffel was too heavy for the hanger – it snapped.

Dinner was a discount cottage pie and yesterday’s beer.

I dried the crockery on the arse of my jeans.

The cutlery I dried on my sleeve.

The laundry hangs in the August summer rain.

My face adornments wait for the heat pipe’s groan.

 

I hope this isn’t portentous, but even if it is…

 

 

[I’ve shied away from any plague poetry – not that this qualifies as poetry, per se – there seemed so little to say. But I thought I’d put my thruppence-worth in today]

Be ace out there xo

 

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