New neighbourhood
by cricketjeff on April 12, 2010. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
I’m walking the road to poetry
stuttering steps on coarse cobbles
as I start
bumbling and bumping
learning to walk
on the street
where I want
to live
Rhymes run round me
laughing and loving
meterbikes roar by
their riders revelling in
the music of their machines
while pastoral poets
walk their pets
But I keep walking
past penthouse apartments
where high flyers fly high
old new-conventionalists
drink supermarket spirits
sitting in judgement on
park benches
propped on piles of sliced up prose
tall testy tenements
where the clip clip clip
of cheap stiletto verses
and dirty dog doggerel
rolls on the floors
Some neighbours nod
pass comment and pass on
and some
the good ones
stop me and talk
tell me of new streets,
new sights to see
and through it all
past all the heres and nows
I keep on walking
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