Sunday, 22 January 2012

Monorail



On a motorcycle
a raven’s rifle
sights fixed
kids lobbing bricks
sick mixed with shit
cemented on sticks
a badly made shed
many faces of dread
lost in dusk’s thicket
lamenting lost tickets

for the monorail

An extract from Nothing Poetic a collection of short fiction and poems by Joe England

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