Um.

26.7.20 took this zoomed in photo in the hope of figuring out what the date on this old, impressive-looking farmhouse is. Turns out it dates from the distant past... 1992.

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Now raising children as a lifestyle

we look so much like American poets,

except they had more Dexedrine

and less automation.

Amazon, for example, brings Richard

Brautigan to my door, and I tell him to leave;

I had ordered Tom Raworth

in a sling. What did it mean to dally

in Denver anyway? I hear they never even

spent any gambling winnings.

Not a lottery ticket in Hell did they buy.

These useless Americanisms

tarnish my name anyway.

What nationality do I appropriate

to naturalise this saturnine

but saturnalian turn?

The West is in a state of Brexit

and we are boarding the rocket ship

as a family!