ian.

a nice quiet man
spoke with
a soft voice
and a distant face

watching the world go by
listening to music
on his sony discman
outside the seven eleven

rolling cigarettes

had been growing his nails
for eighteen months.

all he wanted
in return
for his time was
a tea with four sugars.

-jw
 


 

 

 

 

 

 

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