Poverty sits rakishly on his head. Gratefulness infests his unwashed hair with proboscis and antennae. Desire's soil blackens under his long, long yellow fingernails. Need wrinkles his youth, puts years in the deep porcelain grease of his eyes Cold flat pavement hurts your feet as you walk in soles that can feel spiky grit flung by car tires from the newly resurfaced tarmac embed between the icy wrinkles of your flesh burst the balloons of sensitive blisters that give you a hobble when you walk, as you inhale the sear of recently cooled tar and thirst for wet on your lips. ![]() Paul Brookes was shop assistant, security guard, postman, admin. assistant, lecturer, poetry performer, with "Rats for Love" and his work included in "Rats for Love: The Book", Bristol Broadsides, 1990. His first chapbook was "The Fabulous Invention Of Barnsley", Dearne Community Arts, 1993. He has read his work on BBC Radio Bristol and had a creative writing workshop for sixth formers broadcast on BBC Radio Five Live. Recently published in Clear Poetry, The Bees Are Dead, Live Nude Poems and others.
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