There they are again. Or maybe they're different this time. Different in looks at most.
Special brew in hand they sit on the children's swings watching the day go by.
I can't remember the last time that I walked this way and didn't see at least two of them sitting on the swings, hiding in the entrance to that small building ruining what was a children's park.
Can't remember the last time the playground didn't have empty tinnies on the floor and **** around the edges.
written on the 19th Feb 2013. The first poem in my Northampton collection. Inspired by my observations of a small playground I walk passed on the way to and from uni. I can guarantee that whatever time I walk passed there will be adults sitting their drinking. It's the same everywhere I go. The only reason I can come up with is that I live in town centre, but even that doesn't explain why it's gotten so much worse over the last 6 months.