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.
