Friday, 7 August 2009


Opposite the crossword puzzlers, i
Find my way, asked ten minutes earlier
If okay, if lost
That was sweet
That is kind
I was simply lost in a curve
Vauban and Coulomb and
The others
The till girl is miserable today, the gremlins
Have the upper hand
In a bubble jacket as well
Just will, could do, smack it
In between lectures, she
Tenders five new pounds and fifty pence
Then slouches
Where has my zest gotten to?
Where have all the emotionals come from?
Where do i go to waste tonight?

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