In fact,
it's
not me
it's
a facsimile
which
most indubitably
looks incredibly
like me
but isn't.

Thursday
the big kid dredges words up from Millwall Dock which makes a change from dead gangsters and old Packards.

Mum says
don't go near the water, it's dangerous, but bath night is another kettle of jellied eels which feels a bit like do as I say and not as I do, but who can I complain to?

Ha
it's Friday and somewhere in the dark I nearly lost it.