The Sausage Was A Sign

Then, a few days after I’d found the right colour of blue car – Basel parking-space blue -, I spotted a blue horse, with a sign growing out of its head. On the same postcard rack – just above – was a tomato ketchup-drizzled sausage, entering a mouth - like a bleeding stool exiting an anus. But not until after I’d returned to England did I discover the true significance of the sausage image.