Tuesday, 11 December 2018

Paul held up his scissors ...



Paul held up his scissors - 

The blades gleamed like strange beaks - 

If Gravesend is 1 out of 10 he said Middlesborough is minus 10

We never got out of the car


The blades of Paul's scissors whirled through my hair - 

I thought of the wind straight from Russia - 

Gulls clustering above a stained coastline -

Rain falling on hollowed out streets - 

The kingdom of the edgelands - 

Cigarette smoke filling colourless rooms - 


13.15
Tuesday 11 December 2018

Paul's 
Wareham 
Dorset 



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