I can\u2019t read properly at work, I can\u2019t shop productively
\nas \u2018adult bike\u2019 brings pornography. I can\u2019t browse articles edgy enough
\nto mutter \u2018fuck\u2019 and \u2018life drawing\u2019 comes up blank but
\na search for \u2018mature cheddar\u2019 presses buttons I\u2019d rather
\nnot have to go figure, though even I can understand
\nan obvious failure to stomach \u2018chicken breasts\u2019 cooked,
\nraw, or \u2018other\u2019, and the poems you sent are barred
\nbecause I hope they\u2019re bad. A pissy note left somewhere
\nfor you to \u2018be more accessible\u2019 goes missing under searches
\naround the region of \u2018shoes for men\u2019; not \u2018young men\u2019, not \u201818-25\u2019,
\nthen, as if I was about to type inches, it got me again.<\/p>\n
Please send me the word documents with an empty header
\nelse it\u2019s all white boxes where you mean to put the letters.
\nI stress, I am not angry I am just merely out of options.
\nIf you will take it personally, try a grounded flight to \u2018Bra
\nzil\u2019 and remember to include the space this time.
\nSeriously, I would bear in mind your audience not your style,
\nthis time I will be reading with my contrast turned down;
\nI am so sick of all your sore thumbs, you hack.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Men dancing upside down, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Calling from a country house there the rain was clear and sharp and old, Search History I can\u2019t read properly at work, I can\u2019t shop productively as \u2018adult bike\u2019 brings pornography. I can\u2019t browse articles edgy enough to mutter \u2018fuck\u2019 and \u2018life drawing\u2019 comes up blank but a search for \u2018mature cheddar\u2019 presses buttons I\u2019d rather not have to go figure, though even I can understand an obvious failure […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":187,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":[]},"categories":[338,339],"tags":[],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"yoast_head":"\n
\non the roof of the music hall above The Grapes<\/em>.
\nThat\u2019s what I heard;
\nmen dancing upside down in a pub without radiators.
\nHow do they hold their drinks, or keep their wallets
\nfrom falling out I asked. No,
\nhe says, they leave them by the door
\nwith the line of girls who are bored of men
\ndancing upside down without so much as asking
\nif it would be an inconvenience, and the band
\nare playing on their side, and the barman
\nis pouring Cointreau neat into smoky glasses.
\nThere isn\u2019t even a dog outdoors
\nthat\u2019s not growling at the tinny sound
\nupstairs, through the open windows.
\nNow like an oracle I sat in the chair with the broken slats,
\nlike my bed at home which folds into the wall.
\nI sleep on the floor when I roll in,
\nin the morning I wake up with my face on the door.
\nWhat a great time in my life this was what a great
\nvision I had seen on the roof of my flat,
\nwith its plaster cracks and orange stains and sighs, oh
\nthe whole place is sighing around me.<\/p>\nLodged<\/h4>\n
\nlike the people I came from who have their boots here, they walk the red clay here.
\nThere is sickly sweet singing somewhere close, the pub is dark, the roads hidden by
\na mess of wire wrapping round fenceposts and animals, the ghosts of animals.
\nDogs from twenty years ago still wander the lanes. I saw a man today
\nwho had a skull but no neck; I heard another crying like threatened geese.
\nI got all this down and then the rain drove me in, I tapped this deep wire to call out
\nto a real place, to scream that I don\u2019t mind sleep but the morning here
\nis the kind that kills me awake so if I disappear, and you do not come knocking,
\nI won\u2019t be in the softened earth, I will not be quietly lying in a redone kitchen
\nor staring wild-eyed from the windows of a snug, I\u2019ll have vanished cleanly
\naway, though I beg you, please, keep the back door unlocked.
\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"