Goodwood at four & a bit
my big toe bandaged
blue eyes three foot something
invisible gangster friends
machine gun stick bang bang banging
down corrugated alleys
next to the train line
across troll bridges
dogs speak my tongue
falling in my sleep
faster and faster
to land in a bamboo jungle
and pretty mary says
I’ll show you mine and we do
sing a silly ditty
the sun’s high and hot with spit
as I turn to food and love