Walk Poem - Leicester

Probably.

Open closed Open closed.

Crawling Insects.

The hooks, spindles and Spine of Fletcher.

Good reception,

coins and cards.

Butterflies

clinging

to

sloped

skin.

SMELLY DRAIN.

Regimented buildings

Judgemental pigeons

SMELLY MUD.

Wet hands

and still water.

SMELLY RUNNER.

Lost World Demolition's new broadcast for today is:

'I like Ben and Jerry's'.

A metal bird peering through the

window, suspicious

of passers

by.

Some artificial voyeurism is afoot!

Grumpy trolls work on cars

under the bridge where

they belong. Grumpily

looking out to the light

of day, at me, grumpily holding

their tools.

A Honda with it's ears pulled back, growling silently.

'Can anybody else smell jam on toast?'

'Don't make no difference to me,

I'm retiring.'