NaPoWriMo #11

Morse Carpet

All that viscous gunk
in the fibres
from years of tramping custom
over the mat
dot-dash-dash-dot
I told him to update and refurb,
turn into a coffee shop,
replace the bald welcome
improve and serve
the barista-madness
but he is old hat
dot-dot-dash

Keeps shop capital under his bed
doesn’t trust the bankers
still greets on the high-street – everyone,
Surrenders his cap to every passing hearse.
sees development as
dot-dot-dot
acquiescence
dot-dot-dot-dot
to fickle ephemera.
I ask if he’d consider some
kanji transfers on the wall
or a brushed steel surface
but Japanese suggests
quality is an exotic appendage
far from home –
He tells me he’d rather tongue the welcome mat.

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Tomorow is cut-up day. Back to the scalpel, newspaper and creating barely legible literature.

寝る

Fionn Coughlan-Wills.