Computers won’t work. We’re all helpless, like
Dystopian post-nuclear bad movie shit
I’m not complaining, mind. I’ll take a hike
Up to the shops, find some cheap clothes that fit
My thin body, even thinner budget
Today, Oxfam, Manchester, tomorrow
Oxfam, Macclesfield, wonderful shop that
I recommend to all. Meanwhile, clouds flow
Like dark grey flying blankets, keeping low
All spirits and desires. Just try to strike
A match. The wind puffs it out. Cigarette
Remains unlit, while extremities glow
With cold. I could be running round the park
But I’m too scared to run, so here I sit
Fri 5 Dec 2008
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