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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