Jim McDonald Poems
- Filling Time I met my grandfather again last night – ...
- London London I walk every day under your heavy skies the ...
- Gentleness for Jack Kerouac (1922-69) Jack the America of...
- Penny Farthing On a crisp Kent Autumn morning My father ...
- Moving Wood Spent an hour in the morning moving a wood-pile ...
- Normandy Normandy The path of your seasons is heavy on my ...
- Uncovering Snails Gardening yesterday I lifted a large ...
Primary School teacher, lives in South London, England. Born in the North.
Influences: Han-Shan, Kerouac, Gary Snyder, Jean Giono.
Hobbies: walking, real ale, birdsong more »
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I walk every day under your heavy skies
the grey lid that covers your people.
I walk your filthy streets and step past
chicken bones dog excrement vomit urine stains
cigarette ends empty Stella cans pizza boxes
all discarded by your selfish people
who treat your crumbling streets with contempt.
your pall of brown smog covers me
yet your cars get bigger
minds of the drivers smaller
what have you left to offer?
You welcome the poor and treat them like animals
you revel in your insular cockney ...