Midday Poetry

I just came across - it should wipe off, the start of a poem I started to write the other week having popped out for a sandwich at lunchtime in the glamorous neighbourhood in which I have the pleasure of working.

I think it says a lot in very little. But you wouldn't want to read the whole bloody poem would you!


Lunch Break by William Godwin

People smelling of drink queuing for doughnuts
Others with glazed loss in their eyes furtively smoking tab ends

I thank you.