Popshot Magazine. The Wonder Of The Ordinary. Issue 1


We ordinary people who squirm and writhe
That heapless hapless mess,
Of curled hoses on garden lawns and
Sobbing concrete towers

Must draw air till our dying breath,
Put kettle on and feel tights on lino flooring

Looking down carpeted staircases,
Through lacquer painted slats,
Of late night movies flesh and blood

Elated beauty and wondrous times
Hungover are reborn every tainted morning