Forward to next poem   Back to last poem   Back to Clare Saponia page		Aimless meets Fungus   I’ve lived on different streets. They are foreign to me. I walk past buses I could have taken just because.   I go West then North and know that at some point I’ll arrive. I know I can get anywhere from here. My mind tips   from one city to another. It’s the same city. I’ve moved. I live with a rocker-youth I hope will move out before I do.   The room had black mould I hadn’t noticed when I said ‘I’ll take it’ and that one new coat of emulsion is not enough   to stop Fungus punching his way through in stoic announcement. I feel it blistering in various corners; I don’t know how many I am sharing with.	Home