Blue Screen (On twice reading that Brian Matthew has just died, on the 5th and the 8th of April)
It separates from this place, where the family stole
Three further days; but I feel that I too was there, am suddenly here, now, rogue to the curfew,
While outside my window, at a passing place, the whole
Side of a waiting van is blue, reflects into my room, and all furnishings take on its hue,
But not my green greatcoat, nor the grey fibres that roll
From its revers into the ends of my grown hair.
I write for the desk, till Amhai's largesse pays the toll;
You discriminate not arbitrarily, nor out of hate, but to fit the hat of virtue –
Conformiter for a disposable pulp sick bowl.