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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Leaving London A thousand flickered lights Beat out neon Fantasies animation Jerks its pseudo motion Feet by fifty foot tall On the south river board walk Juke box gangsters one-armed bandit Hang street corners From the eyes red light By cliché shop windows Of a thousand past and spent Christmas glazed nights Fishnet nylons legs Twist on black stiletto And stab their vended sex Peep show neon by night Beckons to the slow glue of gutters And last years rain paint Still shines on Eros Street mirrors of a thousand flashing lights Colour thrown to concrete Looses its ghost Down darkling alley recesses Hide the gaunt faces Of old guitar heroes Unshaven lips stuck To the bottles neck Glints and stagger drunkenness Flash blue corkscrews banshee wail Through the avenue As shoes shuffle around the spilt blood pool Swells hot to cold in crimson Breathing its last For the sake of the 50.00 Now trembling hands Had stashed in a pocket A line of tambourine orange Dances a sect jitterbug Tapping bashing chanting Out their impartial message Ha-re Krishna Ha-re Krishna Krishna Krishna Ha-re Ha-re Shoulders back in the city Eye to eye dares to look at me Chill grip warns every stranger To walk sidelong by The night is rushing its spent conclusion Cold wet kerbstone Trips an indifference to warm held hands I hate this place Pavement meals and chewing on plastic London’s dead walls Of stinking underground passage and traffic Time I think For me to leave Go visit the trees Return to the heart I left in the country
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