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

i wandered into woolwich
escalated upto
old street

came out
no longer
bank door

dirty fussy stone
unclean unlit

but a modernist bright
orange night
jumpingjack stalls

more food
than i can shake
this lobster at

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