From My Window

Saw a young woman looking
and coughing like an old toad.
I give her a year before her lungs explode.

A seagull, lost a little,
singing for black plastic
and a bulldog-mastif. Honestly!
Have they heard of muzzles?

All these things passed out side my window.
And I just watched.

Saw a man, humfin a gas tank
to a caravan, moving in.
I can see fields from here. But not him.

A small boy, with wellies on,
just wellies, splashing puddles
and fleggin' drivers, one had to kerb it.
Sent the wee boy hame wi a bum full o' grit.

Happened right outside my window.
And I just smiled, watched it.


Cor, 2000