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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