Best Fiver Poems

she had a fiver in her pocket
but couldn’t flip it, like in days of old
then
without those satin liners
a hole seized what little she had
and
she leaned over to find a useless penny
engraved with Abe Lincoln’s head
cut off
from making anything at all
happen in this tough life
still
she read...

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Echoes 

off tenement windows,

sound mixed 

with fluttering glimpses 

of fake hanging ghosts.



Perhaps 

we’re only just 

remembering, or 

noticing how much 

we usually forget. 



For a fiver I can get 

some rides on the outer

or inner, more 

tenement windows, 

more music. 



I take a puff 

outside...

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