Cardiff ( 2023 )
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Etched into time
etched into St Augustine's headland stone
the daily ritual of dockland kerb
being painted by elderly welders.
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Dead Air into Warm Harp
Since I bust my legs down The Works I's been spending my mornings blowing dead air into warm harp by Central Library. Bust me heart too truth be told. Lost everything now I has. Still; once I's got enough coin I go gets a mild and Clark's pie in The Vulcan and, more often than not, I ends up chatting to the old girls warming themselves up before they goes to work under the bridge by The Glastonbury. Clink Hotel cross the road tends to get noisy in the afternoon so I wanders back into town for a bit of a stretch and goes and cadges a cup of tea from Asteys before I heads back down Bute to the Sally for warm meal and early bunk. Really I doesn't have time to feel sad. Not me. Trick I finds is to forget past and stick to what I knows. Needs change of shoes mind. Probably find some come Sunday side of hostel door.
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Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication
