Outside the Duke of Wellington
you waited for me
clutching your doll
close against you.
I met you there
by the metal railway bridge
nearly opposite
the coal wharf.
I met you
in the grocer shop
that morning
while we were shopping
for our mothers
and arranged going
to the herbalist shop.
"Sarsaparilla
makes blood"
I told you.
"Does it?"
You said.
"So Jim told me"
I informed.
"So if I drink a pint
will it make a pint
of blood?"
You asked.
"Guess so"
I said
"going by
what Jim said."
We walked up the road
behind the cinema.
We passed a *****
sitting by the side
of the road smoking.
You were nervous
and stared at him
through your
thick lenses glasses.
We came out
on to the New Kent Road.
The road was busy
with mid-morning traffic
so we went down
the subway.
"Got money?"
I said.
"Got 1/-"
you said opening
your palm.
"That be enough?"
I nodded.
"Plenty enough"
I replied.
We walked down the road
by the train station
and went past the entrance.
"Have I got enough
for liquorice sticks too?"
You asked.
" Plenty"
I said.
We crossed the road
to the herbalist shop
on the corner
and went in.
We bought
liquorice sticks
and two glasses
of saraprilla
and gave the man
our money.
We stood
by the window
looking out
pretending
we were drinking stout.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 7:08 AM UTC
Outside the Duke of Wellington
you waited for me
clutching your doll
close against you.
I met you there
by the metal railway bridge
nearly opposite
the coal wharf.
I met you
in the grocer shop
that morning
while we were shopping
for our mothers
and arranged going
to the herbalist shop.
"Sarsaparilla
makes blood"
I told you.
"Does it?"
You said.
"So Jim told me"
I informed.
"So if I drink a pint
will it make a pint
of blood?"
You asked.
"Guess so"
I said
"going by
what Jim said."
We walked up the road
behind the cinema.
We passed a *****
sitting by the side
of the road smoking.
You were nervous
and stared at him
through your
thick lenses glasses.
We came out
on to the New Kent Road.
The road was busy
with mid-morning traffic
so we went down
the subway.
"Got money?"
I said.
"Got 1/-"
you said opening
your palm.
"That be enough?"
I nodded.
"Plenty enough"
I replied.
We walked down the road
by the train station
and went past the entrance.
"Have I got enough
for liquorice sticks too?"
You asked.
" Plenty"
I said.
We crossed the road
to the herbalist shop
on the corner
and went in.
We bought
liquorice sticks
and two glasses
of saraprilla
and gave the man
our money.
We stood
by the window
looking out
pretending
we were drinking stout.
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