Wayne Leon Learmond Poems

'What time is it?
5pm
Oh no
He will be home again
...

The flittering of the fairies
in the speckled sunlight,
play.
...

The Devil wears Denim
Or so it's been said.

He's updated himself
...

He's just a drunkbeat downandout
He don't care what people shout
Crawling through the streets at night
Looks through bins
...

What if there is
Something there
Under the Bed
or under the stairs
...

You're a Long Time Dead
Or so the saying is said
You waste you're time
all day in bed.
...

Food or warmth?
What do they do?
They can hardly afford the one
But not the two.
...

Here he lies
On his side
On the ground
amongs the rubbish bins.
...

I am a stranger
in a strange land.

A lost soul
...

He checks his
satchel
trouser pockets.
Mobile phone he puts away.
...