I woke up with a cigarette burn on my shoe and another
on my mind. My head is brown and
knackered like the Fire Marine Charter which peeps out of the fog on the River
Medway. Thoughts are rusty. My memory
has abandoned me. Faces stretch out to
remind me but I find I've found a recollection only to lose it again. There was a Japanese man..? I remember he was
on his hands and knees stacking something on the pavement. He was stacking cigarette butts which can't
be the right thing to do? I shook hands
with a girl, hair the colour of healthy soil but slick like bubble bath
and I forget what I agreed too. Then the Sun went down and I sunk with it.
C.P.S courtesy of inside Shadows protected by copyright 2013
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