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Thursday, April 07, 2016

QUIET STREET (poem)

Today she is wearing
her Rastafarian beanie
as she walks past
our house on her way
to meet her husband,
to walk him back
to their flat and
fuck him, feed him
and walk him back
to work. Such is
his lunch break.
Otherwise
it's a quiet street with
not much happening.

2 comments:

Anthony J. Langford said...

Love it Andrew.

Andrew Burke said...

Thanks, Anthony.