nineteen seventy three

a while ago it took form

it looked like a tree

when it was tiny

now it looks like a man

an older specimen

of imperfect human

looked a bit anglican… once

lost quite a bit

of his imperfect happiness

feeling quite shit

with viral drowsiness

Anon, n.d., Anon, [arggghhh written on a pavement in chalk but the thought behind it meant as a respective manifesting in a child watching the situation and fiddling with a lollipop stuck in a pocket of lint], Anon: Anon