Girl on a motorbike
Black lacquered fingernails drum the tank. She slouches. Right heel kicks footrest. One two three four...
She waits. Sullen.
He is in the chippy.
Comes out.
“Get your fucking nails off it”
- Jane
Laptops in a landscape
Scattered like leaves, dead badgers,
fallen trees, droppings of poets and other
weird key tappers,
We rabbiting on about arranging our lives
In new clouds, clusters, burrows,
How to furnish the brains
With fresh licks and linen,
How to reboot and build
Stout worktops, soft wordware
In muscular metres.
In the crunch cold night
We sit up in bed
Warming our knees
On glowing computers.
In the morning we’re
Blogging again, and breathing
This chill but astounding outdoors,
Us showing you our sites and spaces,
You showing us yours.
- Chris
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