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‘The lines I bellowed beaming from my handlebars just yesterday are Brasso on my tongue …’ Photograph: Henrik Trygg/Getty Images/Johner Images
‘The lines I bellowed beaming from my handlebars just yesterday are Brasso on my tongue …’ Photograph: Henrik Trygg/Getty Images/Johner Images

Poem of the month: Now All That Shined Is Shit by Luke Wright

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Some felon’s sunk my sovereign sun inside his cloudy keks
and given me the slip. Today is doctor’s waiting rooms

and dog shit on the dance floor. Today my heartache clings
to me like burs, and everyone’s an anti-vaxxer, a queue of cars

behind a tractor. O, today I’m thatch, and Twitter is a tinderbox;
the slightest thing might set me off and I could take you all

down with me hissing. I’m arguing about Brexit on Reddit
and the lines I bellowed beaming from my handlebars just

yesterday are Brasso on my tongue. It isn’t that it’s raining yet,
it’s knowing rain will come.

From The Feel-Good Movie of the Year (Penned in the Margins, £9.99). To order a copy go to guardianbookshop.com. Delivery charges may apply.

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