14th February 2019

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Held by a red signal in south London – in a balloon of wifi – of library silence – this being a price-hiked compartment – a restricted remnant of empire days still served up by rail franchisees as our ticket collector mis-quotes WS – Juliet’s soft words as cuffed banter towards serving staff – parting...


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