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A memory of a small but unforgettable part of London.
Walking down to Camden Lock
with colour and fizz all around
on a warm August day:
narrow boats, top hats and silk scarves,
old pubs, rent boys, spruikers;
The Regent's dark canal,
people-watchers. Music like jewels.
Such is the raucous silence
of loneliness.
Chris Hubbard
2018
Thursday 15th March 2018 4:02 am
Tattoo Suzi
You left a lovely tattoo mark on our grey cloud world
Tatoo Suzi
your lovely bones will rattle on down the dirty streets
of Camden Suzi
where the bees go sleep at night only your hair knows
your hair Suzi
we can drink up in the skies by the railtrack bridge
your bridge Suzi
Break the broken heart
paint the damned soul dark
shut the shut down mind
...
Monday 22nd August 2011 12:40 pm
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