It's only been a week...

...and I've already been slacking on the new post front. I guess I better put one of my poems up and see what happens...

That Depth

That depth, one I strolled past

Searching for something essential,

Took me there at last

Beyond the shops selling shawls,

Nightwear, nylon scarves, and wreathes 

Back-turned against pushy women

Wasting time now that Albert’s teeth

Soak beside the yellow-golden

Pillow-cases now half used: Married life.

These towns build quick and

Demolish slow and let yobs run rife

Around the effigies to modern land

Shat upon by the bold pigeons

That breathe in the dead air around

The affluent outskirts. Burdens

Of our life built on ground

That hides plagues and histories,

Which if dug up, would create

Too much traffic. True stories

Told at bus stops, no date

But his death was announced

In the Gazette, next to the ads

Selling used toys that bounced:

For new Mums and Dads.

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