Thursday 13 September 2012

BEFORE SMART PHONES



London eats my a-z’s
or foxes do

disappear off the summer bench
left it folded all night
checking out
todays locations and connections

street to street and painted halls/the chaos held tidy in my hand

must buy another
in
Fenchurch again
and
fold and lose 
those
girl turned pages
of 
gin nights and lost hoodies
of 
early full buses of strangers
of
hangover marches
and
greasy spoons full with benches



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