Friday 15 May 2009

summer dress classes (2009)

Holiday’s and summer dress classes,

Being locked in wardrobes.

Holidays and long-term bus passes.

Conversations stilted by massive gaps.

Breaks. Silences.

Deluded, arrogant and deceited.

Angry and bitter about something a long time ago.

I’m plotting my answers to the fight which will come-

Which I am to loose.

To stand up and fight for those side wards glances and snide faces, of your boots and shit hair.

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