Minor procedures

Drifts of pulpboard backing
White voids on their more riotous sides
mark out the mouths
of neon plastic since released.
Squeezed alive
inside small gummy palms
that only dare uncurl now
here, behind the tinted windows
of chill eight-seated vehicles.

Above each abandoned platelet
hangs an opaque balloon
of weightless words
‘Because you were good’
‘Because you didn’t’
‘Not for long’
And, on occasion
‘Not at all’