A barren lock sits
quiet as the distant hum
of cars. The A road
is less busy at the end
of the day, I'm at junction
fourteen hanging on
for dear life. A fuse
had smouldered for many years
and now it's ready
to go off. I park
and wait, wait.
A barren lock sits
quiet as the distant hum
of cars. The A road
is less busy at the end
of the day, I'm at junction
fourteen hanging on
for dear life. A fuse
had smouldered for many years
and now it's ready
to go off. I park
and wait, wait.
