Cleaner Eyes.A Poem by John Alexander McFadyenA follow up to 'Early Street' and you have Lorry to thank for it!They don't see me, I am not really here to them. They walk round me, walk past me, and all too often walk through me, scattering the detritus they discarded yesterday as I sweep it from these mean streets. I watch them, my eyes averted, so as not to engage them in my world. My world where things that really matter, matter. No 'Footsie 100', no KPIs, no sales targets. No mortgage up to my neck. No wife, no kids. I clear the litter, I have a pint with Jack, go home to my small council flat, read the daily rag, put the kettle on, watch mind numbing daytime television, read Chaucer or Pynchon or Nehisi Coates Then I go out to the pub and meet the lads for a good few halves before making my way home, sitting and writing poetry as my micro meal warms, washed down with ale. I get to bed by ten as I'm up at four to start again. So why should I worry? 15/02/19 © 2019 John Alexander McFadyenAuthor's NoteReviews
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4 Reviews Added on February 15, 2019 Last Updated on February 16, 2019 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more.. |

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