The city is at
a standstill; not the best time
to queue for a bus.
by Scooj
The city is at
a standstill; not the best time
to queue for a bus.
by Scooj
Atop the steps, my
bedroom under vaulted skies;
open plan living.
by Scooj
Painting ceilings is
a mugs game unless your name
is L. da Vinci.
by Scooj.
Perched high, defiant
grey skies above, squat pigeons
wait for the Winter.
by Scooj
You know times are hard
when you see Father Christmas
sell The Big Issue.
by Scooj
Barry Gray and your
ondes martenot; music so
sophisticated.
by Scooj
Pale civil servants
wearing tired suits and faces;
austerity’s grip.
by Scooj
I always wanted
a buckskin jacket, like the
one Roddy Frame wore.
by Scooj
Winning the global
race is irrelevant if
there are no runners.
by Scooj
Some eggs, flour and milk
and a very hot oven;
Yorkshire pudding done.
by Scooj