SATURDAY SERVICE

Whoder thought

Under the seats:

Concrete

Unfocaled drifting

Unvocused moving

Through complex

                         empty

Instrumating nothing

But a lone voice

Conspiralled in a vortex

                             of tiredness

                             and sleep

Lane flat out

                on the bed

Weighting for dreams to sinkin

                                        And I'm done.

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Oldbury
6th April 2012, 1.25am