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