ASBO

I wrote this in two minutes, it`s about the fear I often felt growing up in London

The beer cans are almost esoteric

Banging down the trash shaft;

As shoes slide over dog´s pavements,

Tunnels clatter with steel caps

And piss; an estate with no state,

Just a simian face against a

Growler, maybe I`m sorry for the sorry,

But my stomach hops with Angst.

Reviews

[Briana O'Connor]

Very intriguing write. The fear was ever present in your words. I do wonder what it is that you were afraid of. I got the image of hobos....:P Very well done. Thank you for sharing.

[Coyote Song]

A powerfully emotional poem. The fear and desperation come through your words.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Another mesmeric write Leslie. So full of pathos in a few descriptive lines. I felt the same in Glasgow and can relate so well to this!