The screws were kept in a rectangular tin
green and gold, with the word ‘screws’
scratched into the lid, with a screw.
They had their own smell -
iron and steel, a smattering of rust
and old Gold Flake tobacco.
.................
Cars, when they went wrong
were always ‘bastards’.
Nuts, that wouldn’t free from bolts
were ‘bloody-swines.’
.................
Inside our Grundig Radiogram
Johnny Cash, dark voiced and darkly dressed
obsessed with prison, heroin and God.
Published by colinhopkirk
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.
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