Tuesday, 10 June 2014

East End Fare


Either way the day’s too hot for nylons

makes the best of a can of lager

her legs in a twist

on a hay bail

she needs sun glasses

and wants another drink

saxy ascend

unwinds her swaying

as the sun drops

into the brass

these are not the boys of summer

who scissored around me

every sound bleeds for attention

how we stay cool

in all our uniforms

heat dust attracting black

 

 

 

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