At such great speed
At Ipswich I take a walk to smoke
but actually only want strangers to see
that I have turned in to a too full water jug
clacking with ice that cannot keep its cool.
In the shade of a chocolate machine
I watch a woman walk her dogs
as if to say,
if you think you can beat this, post it me.
When I am bored of reading people's faces
I head back and try to think of the time
we toured Edinburgh on the top deck
and did not mind that the trees palm-slapped the windows
stacatto saying slow down
you'll break your luck
if you let whole summers move
at such great speed.
