Sleeps

by Aidan Andrew Dun

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Memories of
my tramps
through the earth

Sleeps of
the marginal
traveller

In cold
wastegrounds and
factory-yards

Whipped by
disorientating
thoughts

Cross-questioned by
arc-lamps in
car-parks

Laying newspaper
on damp
tarmacs

Waking to
post-office vans
and trains

Urban
analogues of
chanticleer

Sad victim of
disgruntled
bivouacs

Still mechanically
keening for
freedom

Prepared for
anything
to stay connected

To something other
than prevailing
numbness

Creeping into
backseat
midnight-beds

Curled like a foetus
in the womb of
God’s will

Sucking a sweet in
an abandoned
engine-cab

Going somewhere
unspecified in
the night.




image: Banksy






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