The 6:17
under a lemony sky
a litter of leaves lay
on the green
till a sudden breeze
raised them from their
recumbency
to send them rushing
like commuters racing for
the 6:17
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Sunday, 27 November 2011
The 6:17
Sunday, 20 February 2011
Puff Daddy and the Peckham Pigeon
The Peckham pigeon
Doesn't strut
She's not that vain
Too busy dodging traffic
On one good leg
The other's lame
Arse in the air
Thick around the middle
A waddle
A flutter
Of feathers the colour of lead
But
It has to be said
To Puff Daddy she's the bee's knees
He fans his tail
Extends his chest
Coos his caress
To his one true love
His mate: the Peckham Pigeon
Wednesday, 10 November 2010
On London Underground, the saddest thing is the unrequited love
opposing seats
she looked
he peeked
she gazed
he glanced
she dreamed of
a life
he dreamed of
a wife
the train pulled in
and
she got off
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