Wednesday, 15 July 2015


They're lined up outside
Billowing smoke
Like dragons
Cutting from school

Scratches of flame
Light up with their eyes
As they toke
Pull; Drag; Suck

Before cartwheeling
With practiced flick
Their dog-end to the floor
Their polluting seeds

Which grow into filth
And decay
Becoming a fascination
For tiny hands

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