You Know You’re in a Gram Joel Davies poem when

an angular Juggernaut trucks within inches
of a balloon seller and a spark jumps the gap;
echoes and aftershocks pump from the manhole
underneath. You’re forever walking
on drain covers. It’s the opinion of billboards,
you’re a hairsbreadth from perfect
hair but shopwindows never lie.
They’ve shown you poplars past
chimneys and therefore estuaries
await. Someone in a Sou’ester
and flips flops says, “I’ll take your last leg”.
You’ve seen him before—
and another artic revs around the kerb.

 

 

This was spawned from a Twitter game in which poets attempted to characterise their own work from a jumping off point in the form of a title.