‘I’m not here! I’m not here!

Only the sky is here,

In three blends of herelessness

Next to the M1:

Blue, grey and in-between.


There is no me,’ says Amazon

As the lanes go roaring on.

‘Rivalling the sky now,

More publicity is poor publicity.

I’d rather be the sky instead.’


‘Where am I?’

Wonders the sky.

‘I seem to have been eaten

By a shed.’

About anthonyhowelljournal

Poet, essayist, dancer, performance artist....
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