Dawn: Rob Me Of My Mind

When I go to lay down will I realise that it has been so much vapour?  Morning time and the day is already seven or eight hours old. Bold. If you get up early you get cereals squirly. Bacon And Eggs. Asleep In Your Head. You drowse on down for breakfast toast. Fruit juice and coffee please. Waiter Extra Butter. Don’t you get cheeky with me young butler! What shall masters pleasure be today? Grouse or pheasant plucking in the hay? It’s a gay day here at Harringay. We’re so pleased to meet you sir! Where you boat is moored. Odelay! Odelay! Races!

Published by Andrew Mark Watkins

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