Thursday, 31 May 2012

Harlesden

Raised nose in the air
Biscuits, weed, the dirty canal
Missing Harlesden Town

Lairiness at The Clock
And you’re Bakerloo bound
Hours in Harlesden Town

Weaving through hangars
Food shop, prayer shop, mechanics
Moon-kissed Harlesden Town

Street-level laughter
Money in a high-rise looks down
Everywhere and Harlesden Town

Fireworks at midnight
Those hasty, zipping, motor sounds
Sleepless Harlesden Town


    - c. h., 25th August 2021

 


 

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