Strong conversations upwardlike blood sugar
going berserk.
Bandana’d airmen stood on the airfield
drinking sake
I feel susceptible
in my blue coat
losing face
and then later, a place
when my friend
recovered from meningitis
in the same house
Not wishing to risk a tenth
on the dropped kerb, the click-finger synchronicity
with a journalist
amazingly led to nothin
(c) Richard Fletcher
