Battersea Girls.
Chatter, chatter, chatter,
Noise, noise, noise.
Fashion, fashion, fashion,
Boys, boys, boys.
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ON THE BUS
A baby screams with every breath:
a woman phone-talks with all her breath.
Are these events connected?
She ends, the baby stops.
Seems so.
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wedding party
at the Masons Arms
many a boxer among them,
the tell-tale ears
part of their charms.
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Summer in battersea park
picnics and cricket
and two names in bark.
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House creaks under foot.
Love, between the Commons,
makes home sing beneath toes.
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The Thames at Battersea
sucked back from its muddy grey gums,
revealing splintered canines of rotting timber,
crumbling stone molars,
chewed up refuse
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TIDAL THAMES
Parsimonious rook
Strolls
Head down
Folding wings
Turning flotsam
Seeking juicy gems
Leaving no stone
Unturned
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A crow killed a baby pigeon
on Latchmere Rd,
I looked away- am not a fan
of natures frankly brutal code -
such savagery on Latchmere Rd
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Elspeth Road
The sign forbids feeding pigeons.
The pecking birds her only friend;
how to stop when every day
her loneliness deepens.
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Take-Aways on Battersea Rise
after midnight,
and conversation
no matter how trite,
is a ritual
of friendship remembered
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No working class on Northcote rd,
we can cook and clean
and empty a bin,
but the street has long
been cleansed of our kin.
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White chimneys of industrial temple - a reminder of the old, vanquished gods.
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