I'd like to do a little more wrong
at this point.
winds aspirate with ice
from hearts of darkness
west of Ely
twitch the old moleskin slacks
as night swallows day
& decades of fen –
over a flask
of magic-mushroom soup
the O. M. admits that this
is as good a time as any
for me to realise my ambition
to drop-kick a warmed-up
chicken & mushroom pukka pie
with my bare foot
for the purposes of divination
Norfolk December 2009