Thursday, 28 January 2010

'The Old Blue Last'

A statement of intent.
With a need for smoother changeovers.
Old friends littered amongst new strangers
Faceless but accepting.
My hippy strap broke....
Ping Pong.
A nervous drive too Seven Sisters
huddled together in a red, white, rust box
whom still needs a name.
We arrive.
A warehouse converted for minimalist living
rooms filled with people and paintings.
Polish beer eases us into conversation.
We sleep well upon four colourful rugs.
Anticipation for warmth.

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