Porged

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.