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Nov 2011
50 quid a night
Bleak walls
***** curtains
'Thieves abound' signs.
What do you expect?

deep and dark
Boeings vying
with Airbus
for air space

Around me
held hostage by
a mix of humanity
that defies belief

Tats & shaven eyebrows
Over there a Rolex
Business people
thin on the ground

construction gangs
football teams
flight crew...
No pilots, mind

And then there are
the lonesomes
like me
and people shouting
into their digital fruits

Only 50 quid a night
What do you expect?
What you've got...
A melting *** of humanity
In all its gore & gloriousness
Β©Jacqueline Le Sueur 2011. All Rights Reserved
Jacqueline Le Sueur
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Jacqueline Le Sueur
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