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the isms of a Cretan poet

Carlisle Street is full of dodgem cars –

People

Always running into me

Like flicked rubberband to thumb.

You’d expect it to be the big butch bastards

Coordination-less

Peripheral vision-less

But it’s always the Blue Rinse Members

Chihuahua’s who bark

And never say ‘excuse me’

A hit and run victim I am.

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