Living in the
shuffling grey pavement
dodging drying puke
pigeons prancing around their trophy
as newspapers flap on the corner
next to dog shit streaks
& today could a better day
the barrow boys
collecting cans
unwanted gifts in trash bins
diesel hangs in the air
mixing with the drain smell
just never enough rain
to wash all this completely away
living in the shitty
just a kid growing up
one day you wake up
there’s a bit of a breeze
the rain has washed the world
sun cutting through the high rise
shining on a thing of plastic
a full baggie on the pavement
notes fluttering the street
you stoop to tie your laces
gather what you can
mooching away slowly
looking out for the man
make it to the corner
get light on your toes
is just life in the shitty
grab it with both hands
tomorrow will not be the same