Friday, 11 January 2013

The Day After

The day after I heard

Wilco had cancer

I got the train to Southend.

When I got there

there were guards at the station;

they didn't fine me,

I bought a ticket,

I didn't mind.

Then quietly ignoring the time

I drank earl grey in a posh café,

wrote a poem and

stole a tea spoon.

Once it was dark

I walked down the front

and could see lights

through the mist on Canvey.

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