Stopped buying CDs.
Old gestures rest better
like heads spiked and pitched
in the sand, flag flaring
to the world.
Hardcover books with spines
smooth and unsullied as newborns’,
un-kissed by the sun
and the wind;
pages yet to yellow.
Fashion feigns goodwill;
all the class and depth
of an anthill,
memorised quotes; prints from
gallery gift-shops.
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