6 June 2012
These creases in my skin Beginning from shoulder Down to a hand Weathered in places Knuckled and scarred tell a tale of twenty-five Years spent on this earth
The bands of flesh Wrapped tight about An elbow's girth Or short, stubbed toe Whisper, creak of use Or damage in relief Or healed, unknown
Blow me far from Clapham Dalston, Morden, Kent To hills and hides Hid from Hyde Wild and amorous Coursing past palm trees Spent on a hotel desk
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Working Away • Opuss № I