big town blues (xiii)
decide to build a block
i think it was
the City & the Stars
Clarke had his people
build a block or two
decide do snap done
i wandered into woolwich
escalated up
to the old street
came out
at the no longer
bank door
dirty fussy stone
uncleansed unlit
unthere
but a modernist bright
orange night
the old lady stalls
more food
than i can shake
this lobster at
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