A Second Changes Everything

A bullet leaves the barrel of a gun

A man thinks ‘what have I done?’

The sky is cornflower blue, without a cloud

The President waves at people in the crowd

A woman turns slightly to look at him

The sun glints off the Lincoln’s trim

A watcher points a cine-camera at the parade

A secret service agent dreams of getting laid

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heatwave

it were cracking’t pavements

the sky were chelsea blue

you were sucking cider

from an ice lolly

cos they said it made yer drunk

and we pretended it did

when yer scored a goal

on’t hay coloured pitch

yer mates were hot ‘n sweaty

and their celebrations

trickled down yer back

and salted yer lips

there were standpipes

at end’er sherwood...

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