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NOT THE LAST CLEAN PAIR OF HEELS DOWN STATION ROAD BY J.E.A WALLACE

FOR ROBBO

Hold it up to the light

See?

That is what it looks like

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And if you turn it round and round

The shape remains the same

Like a plastic frog

In a running out bath

It can make you dizzy

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But the stillness is sweet when it’s over

Resting on a puddle of foam

Alright?

Got that?

Good, I’ve got to go

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There are things waiting to happen

And I have a train to catch






 


J.E.A WALLACE has been a hotel night porter, an abattoir security guard, and a barman in The House of Lords. Born and raised in England, he now lives and writes in New York City.

His work has been published right here in The Mystic Blue Review among many others.

You can read, hear and see more at jeawallace.com

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