Tuesday 27 June 2017
Irena
I'm thinking of going away,
getting out of this place,
drink wine see about trains,
but i haven't got the Moxi,
she makes such generous trades,
my friend who sits quietly,
asks her Da to arrange,
a trailer trash luxury crate,
somewhere nice for us to stay,
I don't ask why,
cars fill up their lanes,
I watch them pass by,
men who understand rage,
kneel to see her again,
dance in lonely heart ache,
nothing's like being ingrained,
with a lover so contained,
who paints her face hesitates,
sways gently in the rain.
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