Friday, 13 May 2016

One night at the shopping centre.

i have.


The sky,
Apocalyptically black
Thunder,
About to crack,
The rain ready to splat
Across this concrete track
Of the supermarket car park
Where
The wind
Dusty,
Dirty as crap
Rustles the rubbish
With a ratty–tat-tat
Words that
I’ve invented

Perhap……s.

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