shuffling yours and hours
you come to a sudden cliff
hot autumn winds make nerves
jumpy and skin erupt
take the easy way out
and lie down or
walk to the letterbox
in hope and sandals
today's snail has dried out
and the letterbox yawns
as the driveway burns your feet
no news or cheques
no matter tonight
is the third episode of
that gangland series
just the ticket
pitched passed grief
days are marked off
as liquidity balances
book after book
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