CALM SUTRA
bus stop young couple
madly...kiss...passionately
hold on chap...chapess
queue studiously ignore them
waiting for the 69
LET THE RIGHT ONE IN
you like a vampire
kisses attacking my neck
no pain just passion
but next day need to wear scarf
to hide the tell-tale hickeys
BROKEN LIFE
mothers pushing prams
whilst drug pushers ply their trade
poor council estate
Life nothing but graffitti
with spilling mestakes...lifts brok...
THE BIG HAND IS ON...
Time seems somehow to
strangle the digital clock
8.06 becomes
8.07 & then stops
only a tear...tells time...no
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