from my poetry blog
News On A Stairwell Sated on the stories of others, fed in passing on casual affairs. On stairwells, glancing, their legible wares are traded second hand for faltering steps, and behind hand murmurs of shallow cares, where dead unions play on, play on, laughing. In salacious nooks their small town shagging goes on, on walls, spread everywhere. ©AndrewJamesMurray
I remember this from Heading North. 😊 A great volume of poetry.
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Thank you 😊