Thursday, 8 January 2009

Iron Out

Iron out the iniquities
Of sweet Thursday mornings
Spent unemployed
And sipping empty
Coffers
At the Starbuck’s Hilton
Level 2

Undressed I saw the creases

Took a moment to familiarise myself
With: charming lady
Of Oriental dispensations

In a back street in soho
Where someone I once stood next to
Wandered off

Chasing the words of my dream
In her heart.

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