it is 3:25 in Hunstanton
& a book I threw out of the window
stays rigorously frozen to a leek
I threw from nowhere like these ‘sentences’
ice music spells ice music spells ice muse
why does a radio suddenly stop
tuning into anything but adverts
Tory transfer deals & drifts of white noise
we interrupt this broadcast to bring you
havoc in the hearts of all our punters
wonder why the paperwork is shredded
& carted away by rodents & draughts
to a dark nest of chilly litter where
Francesco di Gregori sings goodnight