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Where we used to live is a Tesco now
its aisles full of shoppers
We used to bathe and do our business in the bakery
make love among the pickles
You kicked me in the nuts at the pharmacy
I fell down floored beside the pain relief shelf
I collided with your sister by the half price stand
and rebounding landed here in this disavowed Poundland
Tuesday 14th March 2017 6:47 am
Glass sides tip away the hope of perception and cameras flash away any hint of reflection
at this hub of metal minds and stiff bodies.
This soft grey raven digs for existence among the steel nest of discardment.
Every sip a taste of us, our residue his everything.
Around me, gold fingered bird-watchers with their fogged up binoculors,
tasting their uncessary glory.
Molten pride down th...
Thursday 20th November 2014 3:30 pm