This is the second of three readings from my found prose poems collection Aeons of Upheaval from Trainwreck Press [soon to be available]

Prompted by a Guardian article here.

This is new to me
after all these daily walks
along the road, like today’s
(and they will have to have an
RUV or coupé or similar
with a rear-window wiper)
as those cars pass me with
poop bags filled full of their
dog’s shit hanging from
the outside blade.

It is better, no doubt,
than placing in an overfilled bin,
left at the side of a road or on
top of a hedge, or at gateways
to recreational grounds with the
residents’ sarcastic note about
‘no Poo Fairies’ collecting
discarded bags there.

But I don’t know about this.
Even those kinds of cars have
boot space or another place to
conceal for the transport home.
It is the strangest public show,
an ostentation of their
personality excess of
excrement.

I don’t get out to do readings, so if you want to hear the Nebraska/Devon tone, here is one at Stride – with my thanks to Rupert.

Perhaps I should get some recorded online readings organised…

Looking forward to providing further details of this soon.

The second part of this erasure writing project is now complete and you can view/download further on.

The erasures do not re-create or follow any narrative: the book has its own and there was no attempt to engage specifically with that – rather each page is found as an individual expression. The cameo of Michael continues here and there, but this again is only ever a found whim.

Feel free to download as follows:

Part II Erased

Part I can be similarly accessed:

Part I Erased

Enjoy!