Sunday 4 September 2011

Locomotora...

Flamenco ruffles, castanets
Calle Calabria, el proxima parada Rocafort
tug of the metro door
and wait for the call.

New Faces, each consumed
the stifle of the gracious sun.
Getting to know you, 21
multiple things going on here.

Sangria on the sands
Alioi, bread, chorizo and brie
Are you having pasta
again for tea?

Fugly, killed an orange today,
oh you've got to have the ice cream
Internet cafe, "you want melon?"
Carve it in the back room.

Degree results, cheap fizz
"I work at Spar, look here's a carrier bag"
As if a usable form of business card.
Laugh a minute, reggae club

Stiges Thursday after class
hope on the train from Sants,
nudist beach
A soul laid bare.

Life's liberation seized with two hands
splaying at a new chapter in her life.
Friends and memories she would never have known
Without the seeds in summer sown.

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