Sunday, 21 June 2009


I run for crinkled chips

to share with my best mates.

Skipping down a yellow beach,

I kick at racing shadows

and whoops - chips grin back

from filthy sand


but a few gilded beauties

linger in the plastic tray.


A mardy-thought;

a quick fox-glance:

my mates are playing cricket.

Eat the clean ones quick!


Then time to share the awesome news:

of detritus.