Tag: People Poem
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School Run Mums
They stand there at the gates, the thin mums, the fat mums, the dad mums, the bad mums, chatting about anything and nothing, comparing each one with another, their child with hers, her clothes with yours. When an outsider comes, a latecomer, they smile. They are pleased. The latecomer is different. They can all look…
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don’t take my advice
He was young, the barman young and skinny with dark hair and a face you couldn’t read. He’d served us for a long time, months, maybe years, I didn’t care to count, but he’d served us for a good long while. We’d not seen him for weeks and then he was there hair neat and…
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Relative Values
I saw them, last night. The father is short, unshaven, hair long but thinning. He walks in a strange way. He walks in short steps, quickly, as if hunted. He walks with his whole body. Not short. A condition. He has a condition. He wears unfit clothes, loose and dirty. His eyes look past me,…
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Airport Lounging
I Must Fly A busy airport All human life isn’t here It just feels like it Photo by Riccardo on Pexels.com
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Undertown
Walking through the undertown Where the shit is going down Seems to me a foreign place Somewhere not to show your face Hide beneath a sweaty hood Getting up to nothing good Gardens full of broken things Plastic bags and rusted swings Dirty curtains always closed Women stood in surly pose Men all wear their…
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A Different Corner
A Different Corner Two sloppy old drunks Slapfight on a street corner That could have been me
Writing Me Up 