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Mar 2014
so you've now got a glass eye
that's great
it really suits you
can't get used to you without
the eye patch that
gave you real character it was
really sorta you
mine's a JD and Coke
I know I know sacrilege but ****
**** what the ****
so what
and so here's a toast to the has beens
and might of beens and
the been's that still are
long may they prosper
in vulcan peace
well not really soon may their fall come
soon may they get it over and done with
soon may they suffer then swallow their pride
in a lake of ***
hey then they can join us in Alphabet City snuck away on
East 3rd a sparrow's erratic flight
from Avenue D
and this is not a great part of town
this is not hyper-cool urban angst
this is pay dirt and delusion and a hollow heart
yodeling in the gloaming
only full of words that
don't fit
and some times the bar is full of Belgians
sometimes Nigerians
sometimes English
some stray Chinese now
and then
clutching bottles
grinning ruefully about what might be and
what hasn't been
the days are for mooching and for flitting
for wincing and for teeth gritting
the nights are for hawks like you and me
feeling free
with darkness to cut
old world bravado
and neon to caress
with new world glass sharp
optimism tinged with the
of a hidden knife
Spare a thought for lost English souls in NYC
Ben Brinkburn
Written by
Ben Brinkburn  Lancashire, UK
(Lancashire, UK)   
   Diane, --- and Emilie
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