Thursday, 4 October 2007

SHOT NO 5, by Steve Waling

You were still asleep






as light came in through the curtains.



The first bus crawled up the hill. I made this



from a dream of my childhood.







This is the house on the corner. Bought



by an absentee landlord, kept empty



for when the price goes up.



Not in this town. The garage next door







was arsoned. Mum lives up the hill now,



I don't like going back. Nostalgia's



a type of arthritis for the poor



who live in the present. The future's







a new block of flats in Manchester at



a hundred grand a room. C-cold. Blinds



at the window and the traffic at the roundabout



never stops. You were still asleep and I







had the horn for you.









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