Monday, 30 April 2012


the rain drums his fingers impatiently
along the length of a blue dusting lung busting puckered roof
and licks at the wire veined and splintered glass
of this concrete nest for surly youth

nowhere better than this Park Drive smokeasy
for the bad boys who always do their best,
after words of mockery and a quart of cider
to cop a feel of the big girl’s breasts

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