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King's Place

Kings place. Oh my god I’m back You finally did it How can I be so curmudgeonly as to deny the seduction at play? Oh the pristine vintage cobbles The plate glass fronted warehouse arches Framing slim silhouete of new student Who sips coffee Totally amazing tote bags University of the Arts Tram lines flow encased at floor level As archival patina Of an industrious past It’s all good How can I fail to see that this is betterer Double plus gooderer I visit an exhibition of Soviet childrens books Encased in glass Remember the smell of mildew? Its freezing here comrade. I grasp and gasp Hoping for the oxygen of something actual The fleeting memory of a real experience An actual event. There is a hand printed lino cut cover For A Russian book of Walt Whitman’s O Pioneer. Is this it? The moment that evaded the death grip The strangulation by equivalence? Asphixiation by reproductive thingness. I think it is And a part of me celebr