COVENT GARDEN (CENTRAL LONDON)

by Marcus Slease

 

we’re freakin
growin
old so why
bother with
the promises
oh my brother
oh sis fluffing
our chariots
for the masses
our ears
good &
torn &
what
is broken say
to heat &
torment say
we have not
found the rock
have not left
the garden, oh

 

 

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