A Short Sharp Drop.A Poem by R.A Butler.This isn't even worth publishing but I want to get it "out there".
A Short, Sharp, Drop.
I refuse to delegate myself To a delicate life, A life of tea but no cappuccino, Of cigarettes but no cigars And cheap nights on the town Shooting bad pool with drunk thugs Taking mental photographs of people Better suited than I. And I peer into the dirty glass, Onto the cold damp street I see a store, I see a bank, An office block And think of all the banks And the stores And the office blocks That there might be until The sea roles salty promises Over the mosaic pedals Beneath Brighton Pier. © 2011 R.A Butler.Author's Note
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Added on December 13, 2011 Last Updated on December 13, 2011 AuthorR.A Butler.Outer London, United KingdomAboutYoung writer/poet living in suburban London. more..Writing
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