City Thugs, And Orange Lacquered Love— / Poem by Wendy Mary Lister

Poem by Wendy Mary Lister

 

City Thugs, And Orange Lacquered Love—

I see them from my
window
most days,
some are thuggish,
as if the only thing
important is
them —
They disperse,
following one another,
like nervy cockroaches;
Displaying thug love,
zig-zagging streets ,
hoping they don’t get
caught,
what for I don’t
know —
And the noise like-
loud workers on the
assembly line —
I still can’t distinguish
one word for another
word,
ned language
and its profane filth
from mouths
with guilty looking
complexes.
The
rest disperse via
alleyways, via shops
to buy a stash of fags,
a sneaky drug or two,
courtesy of the gangs in
cars,
trying to avoid
cops —
And if you’re
lucky enough,
you won’t have
the pleasure of
face to face contact
with the edge of a lip
that gnarls abuse
at you.

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