When I was a kid I used to love Asterix, it was like my thing. We would go round lane corners yelling beep dropping poo sticks off bridges, high fiving soft wood trees,
The pages of eyelids The first time my father took me to the library I felt I had ingested a globe lamp and it became a gob stopper, a bath pearl,
I like to watch people enjoy their food – the man who shines an apple on his jacket and then throws it in the air like a bowler. A girl on the train tearing cliff lines out of a tuna baguette.
What are you doing Wednesday? Let’s see ‘The Future’. Our faces squint in the dark- skin headlines, cancer victims, texting machines.