Telephone Kiosk Poems - Poems about Telephone Kiosk

...The moon had got itself tangled up in a glass telephone kiosk. Tricks of light do not apply to moonlight, for it is a ghost haunting its face only through earthy reflections. It looks to us to s......

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...Midnight plus fifteen, the streets come alive, Spilling tattooed mobs, teeming motion-blurred From the bars, karate and kung-fu moves in car parks And upon telephone kiosk phone books. Kebabs s......

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...I embrace the nocturnal shade coiled beneath tangerine lamplight on the corner of the street in case a certain little lady walks by. I am ever watchful in the telephone kiosk bathed in smel......

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