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Bohemia

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

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Done it

Eaten it

Drunk it

Almost drowned in it

Nearly died

 

Praised it

Cursed it

Dodged it

Traversed it

Just you name it

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Smoked it

Snorted it

Been traumatised by it

Reduced to tears by it

Laughed and cried

 

Run it

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Rise above the crested hills

Yell we will - shattering door frames

Plundering thoughts of plovered wills

Tear at the wallpaper - reveal the grain

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