It’s becoming something of a thrill
to find the kettle partially filled,
thus saving me the long haul to the faucet.
I walked midweek to Whitley Bay
and though I never planned it this way,
on a whim, I spent a wage on a wooden
spoon, some loose tea, “half a dozen
of those fancy free-range eggs.”
I bought a seeded cob (300 g) and a jar of Morpeth’s finest
Wild Lavender Honey (ten quid).
I couldn’t help myself.
the they’re burning incense on park view on a wednesday afternoon in winter shit haiku
They’re burning incense on Park View
on a Wednesday afternoon in winter
(16 cones of sandalwood in a tin).