scarecrow poetics/essays

The Kingsland walk of shame

This street
This fucking street
That screams
That bleeds
That secretes
The sweat
the tears
And odours
of love lost
Of love lost
The eyes
The ears
They see
They hear
But not the same
Not the same
The limbs that ache
The hands that touch
The sense of smell
The sense of loss
The feeling of being watched
Of being watched
Disparate glances
Sidestep dances
Lost romances
Missed chances
Missed chances
Avoiding the glare
Fake smiles
Fake hair
Knock down underwear
Baggage’s, cabbages
Cleavages
Shop front
News
Doorstep
Lies
shame

Stephen Monaghan 2005.