Same again

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8. Eight people on their own,
Fag.
Food.
Mobile phone.
All sitting ‘neath this tower alone.
About these eight people, there’ll be a show and tell.

The first looks rough and smells to high hell
Stands up, a groan, a shout
Pissed up?
Sick.
No doubt.

The second, a man dressed all in black,
A priest we assume, ’cause we can only see his back.
A call.
A word.
Shouts; “You bitch”
He walks away with an unusual twitch.

The next, a woman, say forty or fifty,
A glance our way; nope, definatly pushing sixty.

Short skirt walks by, concerntration waver,
She’s not that fit, do me a favour!

We’re back now, allthough five minutes later
You should’ve seen the second girl,
I swear I could’ve ate her.

So… back to the eight, bollocks!
Five have gone.
One for each minute that I had not looked on.

So four left now, one looks drab and dreary,
Dark clothes.
Big nose.
Old and weary.

Sweet! The police turn up to take number one away
A cell.
A meal.
Just another day.

Two left now, a boy bunking school.
Detention slip.
A slap.
A fool.

The last young man sits more alone than the rest.
This being on his own thing is his big test.
A face.
Sharp look.
Nope, don’t know them.

See them all tomorrow.
Same time.
Same place.
Same again.

Same again

Paul Forster

Huddersfield, United Kingdom

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I was in Newcastle Upon Tyne during my uni days and sat and observed a crowd of people sitting around the monument, this is what happened

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