Urban Life can often be a matter of dodging things
More cars, more people
But what about the regular dodging of UFOs?
Unidentified. Foot-level. Objects
Sunday mornings break to reveal a plethora of strange unsanitary substances on high street pavements
The regurgitated remains of someone’s Carling and kebab cascaded across the concrete
And a sticky puddle of inexplicable red-brown ooze forces you to ponder.
Is it spilt cola?
Or what’s left over from an earlier conversation at the bar that started, “Did you just spill my pint?”