Short Hackney Poems

hackney ride
flowers birth swimming pool alliance...

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Happiness, over-rated
in the lizard of a soul
You call your own. 

And the trainee smiled
while I lusted after his
bottle of rosé. 

And undone, these white teeth
Clenching for London Smiles....

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Walk, walk in a cemetery. Old and imposing necropolis. In Hackney.
Poe lived here, in this amazing main district.
Walk, walk. Silent...
You don't hear the voices of the dead, no, never
They tell you to wait, stop, don't go any further.
Listen to us, you are with us, but carry on the news of our past.
On and on, because we also lived here, and we are making our future generation live on.

Live on...

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