The street - David Gairdner

The concrete kerbside

is not the

least uncomfortable

of substances.

Ahoy

Sailor

You are amorphous

matter

Sit on this concrete.

Sit on this concrete kerbside.

The hardness. Is a comfort

to the motion sick.

The concrete age

God, is a

The Garden of sand &

stone was

the genesis

Knowledge is not

to be found,

nor desire for it.

The concrete

is the only comfort

I proselytise.

Ahoy sailor.

Leave the fish & fishermen.

Sit down with me.

The revelation, is a pit

The constellation

is the concrete

truck

barrelling

across the street.