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I hope everyone is doing well! I haven't been around much - just moved into a new place and got a new job, I should be around more often soon!


Swaying like a bus
in mid-town traffic
I topple the streets,
fade the pavements
under feet that feel
like cliffs collapsing
into puddles, a thousand
fossils eroding under
the weight of my satchel
and backpack; stubborn
on my shoulders.

The night is a dessert
of drink and drugs,
iced with the screaming
of vultures squatting
in pink tresses, propped
up at the ankles
with plastic scaffolds
that tilt, tempting, tease
the lads into guffaws,
guffs, chest-puffs
and bloody fisticuffs.

Londis is a web
of steel shrinking
from the lights,
ASDA is a solid
sleep of rust,
and the houses creep
away from the roads
so as to avoid
the coloured wattle
that bursts from the bottled
air of hooded teens.



◄ Couple Stragglers

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 13th Apr 2013 16:27

It's super to see you back, and your poem is a great 're-entry'- tight,with cutting-edge images formed by honed diction full of structured sound and rhythm, like a symphony. But, IMO, your tags are so extensive they leave nothing for us, the readers, to explore with our own reactions. Don't be too quick to explain yourself so much...the poem really should evolve those ideas on its own. And it does.

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