we
wander
half-fucked now
in a fatalistic hue
&
theres
a
gulf
waiting
nightly
to
cross
quietly
in the grayest shade
of boat there is
~
the hard seats
in
the
soft gallerys
penny
peon
arcade
rock full & waiting
~
the highstreet
is panic blown
& sunday'd
dropped shutters
rattle impatient
in the dry wind
of
englands
still
hatchback garden
from walthomstowforest.gov.uk
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