Sunday, May 17, 2009

The Rise and Fall

Outside the pub
I parked the car
one space away
from the old Rover.
In the bar
the soft rap music
skipped
past the old couple
masticating trout.
I gave to the charity box
and the picture
of the cripple
dipped away.
Sorry,
I apologised.

The old couple
passed the vinegar
to a young woman.

Outside
the hoodie
in the village shop
swayed with confidence
but I was cool,
I was eating
a ham roll
on the street,
while the ice-cream bar,
hermetically sealed,
slowly melted
in my pocket.

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