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LONDON
Jul 9, 2007 16:50:48 GMT -5
Post by Dave Besseling on Jul 9, 2007 16:50:48 GMT -5
GMT + 1 Europe United Kingdom England 51 30 00 N 000 10 00 W . LONDON . Let’s go sit somewhere we can dance. A tube to turn him green and a qat fiend shares his plants, his sanctioned Lebanese speed. Ribbed yellow supports on buses and tipless pints. George, for the love of Brixton put that Stella down so we can bush-jump. Is it just me or does every second man in this town seem to be afflicted by any one of many textbook barroom brawling injuries. Blackened puffed eyes, Plaster casts with no signatures / No smilies. noses jarred to the right a tweak. Mind the gap teeth, too. . Kitchen’s in the living room, shower’s in the kitchen, shitter’s in the hall., 300 quid a week. It’s clammy and it’s dull. Well d’uh. . Seeking out the spaces between all the stuff crammed in, in a half-sober sleep wearing shoes without laces, traffic cops without masks, drivers-by without faces. Punks without Mohawks and Nerds without Braces. It’s mêlée without the fisticuffs in fair Camden.
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LONDON
Jul 11, 2007 9:23:05 GMT -5
Post by Bobby Slais on Jul 11, 2007 9:23:05 GMT -5
Hey again Dave
I am enjoying your poetry, traveling around the world reading each place and living as a reader through your vision. You certainly have a unique voice and style and it is enjoyed here by this reader. Nice visuals and use of the local slang her, enjoyed!
Peace and love Bobby
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LONDON
Jul 21, 2007 17:38:25 GMT -5
Post by Shell on Jul 21, 2007 17:38:25 GMT -5
Oh my .. sounds just like my neck of the woods too lol. Love the rhythm 'n' sparkle of this view of London!
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