Discarnate transport, pillarbox red,
across the sea of living dead.
Secrets whispered through a cutting slash;
incurable, the victim’s rash.
Answering, I sent a picture card;
its fractured message impacting hard.
Then turning on a headline jest,
I met myself, an unwelcome guest.
So back-to-back, torn off a strip,
conviction walls a three-way whip.
As football pools in weekly pink,
written down with pen at sink.
1984
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