i dont care
that my youth
is gone
it was ill formed
dumb
and
badly raging
and anyway
there is still some slice of me
kept alive
out there -
drunk and climbing the rotten wharves
on the thames peasant and muddy fringe
or laid prone in dawn residue
in the secret shrub garden
of socketts heath roundabout
the
rush hour traffic
alien
ships
to
my
ears
socketts heath 1955 from www.francisfrith.com
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