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bus station poem ( a real-life scribble )
…
at bay twenty's
human zoo
patience - stations
queues for queues
old folk natter
that & this
odd folk they write
shit like this
un-tinned sardines
waiting for
godot or the
six point four
or the rapture
trumpets blown
( hurry driver )
( help us home )
...
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cheers, the typeface i use comes out a bit squashed when it’s re-blogged but nice 1
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No worries man, I’ve got a post coming out in about an hour that you’ll probably want to read too.
(It’s about you.)
Not you.
Your poem.
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okay, cheers
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