Bright lights
In an electric city.
From and from.
Thrums.
One girl's head lolls and her eyeballs roll as the sick pool dries at her feet.
A homeless lady with a spotted yellow track suit trousered bum shines with layers of sweaty dirt. Her white hair slicked across a perplexed forehead.
She seat-shifts her sloppy joe cracked leather handbag hanging at her neck.
A fat drunk man with cheap muck plastered mock plastic shoes fights with the security guards.
He wheels off on an unsteady turn and seconds later reels back to rile at the black jersey quietly violent men.
In a and e.
The nurse's thin as a needle in overalls.
Hospital blue.
Round her neck she has a string with surgical tape.
It's quiet.
Pre Friday night drunks.
Quiet she says now that's asking for it.
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Saturday, 5 February 2011
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