“God darn it! ”
“It’s hell trying to
mend the hole in this sock! ”
Every time I try to thread
the needle through
I can’t ‘cos
of the million…billion or so
(who’s counting? Who cares?)
Angels
on the top of its tip
…dancing.
“Bloody angels”
“Go on…bugger off…go on
get outta it! |”
I hit out with the holey sock
gripped tightly in my fist.
Angels! Angels!
scattered all over
(how many?)
who knows!
(the floor) .
I hoover them up
& get on with the task at hand
Mending the hole
in this bloody black sock.
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