the corduroy years

~

the corduroy years ( a niche-yawn )



& so then things wrote

of the corduroy years

with fettled head

as blue tits fed


from yon bird feeder

as the curtains twitched

with sacheted cups

hot, cheapskate sups


of shite poundland fare

passing sirens blare

another pen

stops working then


then the doorbell rings

& a dodo sings

of easters nu

rebooting spring


( already? )

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