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Sport 42: 2014

A six foot scowl

A six foot scowl

Don’t get in the car with this man or you can kiss goodbye to your hands.
He will drive past churches with the windows up,
tossing you out in Beverly Hills.

It is dark in the boot, weighed down with pianos.
He won’t stop for nostalgia or convention.
You won’t hear the bells either, he is protesting in silence.

When the boot pops he will show you a six foot scowl.
It’s more than bitterness, it’s legato love,
beg him to let you lie on the floor.