Monday, 16 June 2008

Friday 13 June 2008

i am exhausted
like a balloon that’s expelled
that final limp breath.

I was abused by a beggar today outside the Brixton Academy. To be honest, he’s a regular face in this area and I would have given him the change he asked for if he wasn’t so rude.
‘Have you got any spare change?’ he asked.
‘I’m sorry, I haven’t,’ said I.
‘Why are you lying? You’re always lying to me! Every day!’
How very dare he! I haven’t lied to him for at least three weeks.

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