There are places
half hidden in forests
easy enough to find
if you follow your nose
Broken buildings
collapsed hangars
corners
where someone has lit fires
or pissed or shat
old oil in patches
the hulls of tanks or trucks
hauled into the open
luminous with tags
and cartoon faces
places where
above the sound of bluebells
above the birdsong
an approximate Mickey Mouse
keeps shouting
‘Fuck off Ivan!
Ivan, go back home!’
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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