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| Earl's Court: she's off to those 'masking tape lawns' |
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| Brighton Station: she's back from the alarming encounter with 'rubber horns' |
Empty Diary 1955
Office blocks imagine lift shafts for themselves
but offer slatted stairs. Neat masking tape
paths square the lawns. The plate glass
fades the girls from their adding machines
under a slice of you and your
approaching world: a crystal defect swimming itsbuckled skin. His syllabics rattle your timely
heels: gooseflesh rises along your attempt at
ease
(listen,
that’s desilu laughter canned in
history’s back row)
You trip up slippery
steps to appointment you shake his confidentfist: smile at his unscheduled rubber horns.
Robert Sheppard
