Edging forward the expectant queue
Becomes more expectant as box office nears
At Odeon Playhouse Plaza
As denizens emerge to blink in alien daylight
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Waiting queuing
Queuing waiting
Checking double-checking
Security bureaucracy
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In zinc tub
on red tiles of kitchen floor
his mother scrubs his back,
as he sits in the few inches
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Waaah waah
Waah waaah
My turn, is it my turn
Rousing, feet plodding, eyes forced open
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Over the cobbles they scuttle
Through narrow winding lanes
In fairytale city
These multi-tongued tourist beetles
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The hesitant phonecall from the callbox across the road
The gloomy stairwell and lift
The setting sun picking out the backs of old sandstone buildings
Glimpsed through the window
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Newsreels
Of trains doggedly ploughing through feet-high drifts of snow
Of lorries and cars snowed up in blizzards
Abandoned
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Not beautiful
In a conventional sense.
The dark hair
That becomes matted easily
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Echoing
The myriad swallows
Perched like notes on a music sheet
On telegraph wires overhead
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To passengers on the train
The city exposes its dirty backside
Flashing
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