A throwaway poem for a slow Saturday afternoon; written in a coffee shop, close to The Barbican.
Smash Winter 2004
Crumbling war-time building
boarded up with hoardings.
Eking out an existence
In the new century
Lord of the Rings Poster, with lights,
for drivers at night.
Waits for another victim,
who might just walk out.
With an unsteady gait
she will forget to wait , for the light
as he makes a right,
into the night of a New Years Eve ,
smash !
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