Sunday, 17 May 2009



Wishing i could sprechen
Sie Deutsch
The violinist is a stopgap
He resembles JLP
On this makeshift continent
Far from the Black country
On the horizon...English high street bakeries
A reminder of home, but i
Am twice removed
Not local land gut, but
Brum Weingut Der Stadt
The tempos are a changin'
Pramulators threaten to topple
They compete for the vertical life
With a drunk, he is a visitor
To the many regions
He has stopped tasting long ago
He is blind to the council house
He smiles, is in conversation with
Only himself, is happy too in
The presence of wine-growers
With men in tweeds
With strutters of stuff

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