bus station poem

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bus station poem ( a real-life scribble )




at bay twenty's

human zoo

patience - stations

queues for queues


old folk natter

that & this

odd folk they write

shit like this


un-tinned sardines

waiting for

godot or the

six point four


or the rapture

trumpets blown

( hurry driver )

( help us home )

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