All posts by George London

21/06/2015 Image by George London

Tarmac

The third world tarmac rolled out ahead of him, a curved drop-off to the port side plunging rapidly into the amber desert bowl. It was far from straight and its uniformity in colour almost-completely camouflaged its non-uniform level. He sighed and focused, pushing smoothly against

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Meet Me On The Nightbus

“Reds and ambers and west-end winters; Snowflake decor and late-night sinners.”   Meet me on the nightbus on the edge of Out and Home Meet me where the lines will blur of comp’ny and alone Meet me on the upstairs deck with its heightened edge

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Uhuru Free

Under wide blue skies Over breezy seas On lake-like lagunas Witnessless   We would ride the tides And brave the waves And fill the sail To make the break   Ocean sun Breeds rich folk’s fish But peace like this Is a poor man’s hand

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Effigy

They made it perfect. The hair… the skin… your chin… Just perfect. But you’re gone.   One day this pain will be less. But this day is not that. This day I can look at the perfect you With you missing.     This piece