Radiohead Apple phone market stall poem day
Thom and the boys visit a market
On a market town market day
I slipped inside on my way
To a colossal warehouse shop
I passed by an android stall
An apple phone recovery stall
Worked by a guru upon a stool
Who claimed he could repair them all
Two thousand paperback fiction books
Took five million cursory looks
At the pencil price inner leaf
We can take a card payment now
We can pack and prepare for it now
My fructose intolerance
Spiked through white grape price hollering
There's a gap in the marketplace
There's a gap where I took my face
To get away from the men
Who were shouting of their produce
Their wrapped up in wax paper fruit
Standing in their peaked flat caps
Clad in their visceral fats
Calling the price of satsumas
I had to leave the other consumers
Skip away from collapsed climbing frames
From the scaffold poles that jangled my name
As they fell on the square
That were set up in the cold five AM air
Other men wrestled power cables
And erected the trestle tables
With metal tasting market tools
Their clad in PVC market stalls
As I took my face out of there
And danced through a coat hanger lair
I didn't know when or where
I was anymore
About the Creator
jamie harding
Novelist (writing as LJ Denholm) - Under Rand Farm - available in paperback via Amazon and *FREE* via Kindle Unlimited!
Short story writer - Mr. Threadbare, Farmer Young et al
Humour writer - NewsThump, BBC Comedy.
Kids' writer - TBC!
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