Thursday, December 13

Lunch

the coke
from my
cup
spilled
over it

the retired
labourer
abandoned
his mate
to shit

the chinese
lady closed
the
windblown
door hurry

the girl
bought her
lunch
with tired
kfc money

the fast
food
kitchen went
on quite
clockwork

the freezer
cupboard
breeze
there
through my shirt

the light
played
tinily
in winter
streets grey

the radio
gave us
nothing to
cheer
about today

the love
nurtured
is not
the love
was us

the December
love came
forth
an armless
bust

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