Psychogeography 

My dog 

is a good 

girl on a  

straight  

& narrow  

path and 

a madanimal in an o p e n   

f 

i  

e 

l 

d. 

It gave me an idea for a novel –  

or a series of short stories at least –  

where the landscapes literally change characters’ psychologies. 

Traversing a tundra, they’d feel flat, act cold, think treelessly. 

Entering,  

                An office block, their internal monologue: 

• would  

• turn 

• corporate 

And, 

Square. 

Bogged down in a... etc. (apols I have 40 lines max.) 

You get the picture – the plot would hinge on its settings! 

My partner (who hates concrete poetry) liked the idea – A Good Sign 

The trouble is –  

I have this recurring dream 

where I’m hurtling a car down a motorway 

and suddenly remember: I can’t drive! 

Well, it felt like that in real life when –  

I recalled I don’t have the capacity to write long-form 

then the inevitable epiphany hit me: 

dwelling within these poems’  

walls has made  

my thoughts 

small.