in guano

in guano

arriving aromas of all the world

paint travel onto wistful winds

human nostalgia chargrilled on hot coals as

tiny skyward fingers follow dandelion seeds into cloud cover

as barely covered by a weeping beech

older hands finger open zippers as

witnesses face glum and

fallen steep coffee with ash

eyebags captured in chrome

peppered with coffee coils as

victoria rots in guano

pendulous and pigeon bedecked my northerly heart

bust up fucked up patched up teddy style

threads woven

from piccadilly