the world ran out of petrol
in my dream
the world no longer burned
in the engines of industry
the world in my dream
witnessed the price of dying
slump at the pump
as the facades rusted
under skies
much bluer than before
© BH, 2026
Here begins a series of shorter pieces - ripe for imagery and, to be honest, to start a bit of a 2026 catch-up.
OK, I’ve been busy elsewhere!
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