Yes - that just about sums it up, I reckon. I'm very taken by this poem,
J - it feels very real and honest to me.
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>
> Donuts and Dracula (Whitby and Chips)
>
> we join the queue
> trip
> on the cobbles
> claim we're not afraid
> of the gaps in the pier
>
> we stand by the cross
> at the top of the steps
> and I give a lecture
> on Caedmon
> and Hild
>
> somewhere
> beyond the sea mist
> beyond the flit
> of the butterfly's wing
> and the peal of Easter bells
> lazers are guiding
> policy
> maybe
> nobody seems too sure
>
> we shrug
> dodge a wasp
> comment on the sautéed squid
> have another pint
> of iffy beer
>
> on the hill
> the rose window
> frames another wodge of sky
> only costs a fiver
> for the lot
>
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