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190: Who did that to Action Man?! Also contains dust.


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Beneath the sofa, dust and dog hair
Caught in a house-tide, surges
Round a mislaid dog-toy, catches
The sofa legs in its silt

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More dust is drying from
Boot print patterned
Mud trail across the living room
Flaking on the laminate

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Wood soot settles
On everything in range
The old DVD player broke
Choked on domestic ash

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Gravity settles dust, apples and
Planets. At night we see mutually
Forcibly attracted assemblages
Of constellations

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Moon-face pocked with evidence of
Meteorite slams, eaten by
Shadow, bite by bite, the
Flat familiar slice of pale reflection

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It doesn’t matter that the
Moon is a bouncing point for
Sunlight. Moon-glow is a specific
Eerie friendly presence

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Elvis on the fridge door is
Holding a menu list in place
Magnetically and a lobster has a
Voucher for name-brand beer

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Information on the bookshelves
Include the art of the jumping
Kick, identifying seabirds and
Basic woodworking skills

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On the shelves in the spare room
Books wait on the next batch of children
On the amply spaced dining room shelves
Oversized hard-backed art-plates

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Over the books, Action Man sits
His hands have been inappropriately
Hilariously placed by an unknown
Person or household sprite

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Not much of the crockery matches
A combination of clumsy washing
Old arguments, happy mementos,
Gifts and junk shop whimsy

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A story hangs from
Every other mug hook, see these
Polka dot hot chocolate mugs
A thoughtful gift, perfect for bonfire nights

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Four bowls bought identical
Identifiable now by quirks of
Chipped glaze. Bought cheap
Kept cheerful by constant use 







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