Saturday, 25 December 2010
Altered Natives
It was another city
Another man:
One who looked like a fake film star
In plastic jeans.
Seduction was not his forte.
It was another street
Another house:
One which had smelt of blood for years
Pig blood. Human, too.
Weddings do not look good in crematoriums.
It was another woman
Another night:
One which turned from magic to middle-class
In the blip of an SMS.
You should not have unclasped your belt for her.
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