Wee Fictions
This blog is full of Wee Fictions (and poetry, too)
Tuesday, 5 April 2011
Astoria
Scrounge the coins
for a Nescafé.
You think
you look like Mickey Rourke?
Well, no.
The glamour in your life
comes from the Guardian
folded on your knee -
delivered by the
SAS.
Two days late.
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