Her neurons

He gave up her wanted
dry white bread filler
she’d anticipated tap water
wrong things mounting up
housing waiting list re-homed cats
he’d done a sixteen thousand window pouring
wash out police footprints later
after dark help herself projector
planned travelling in light years
New York Central Park warped time
Soho’s Grandmaster Flash colour spectrum bubble graffiti mixer
three twice a days eaten by oven jobs
back-to-front fire-extinguisher fantasy
Her trips pulse out

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