Woden

gotta love bus stations all of life in one block. must have written this on a Wednesday.

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Fragile underneath old-timey 
Wan god of war and leftist lover
Of pale poetry

Pilgrim bus station - 
Dressed all taffeta - drunken
Police Methadone 

Today the nameday giver of poetry

Wending my way northwards - to hell - 
Windy the modern onset - underground -
Twisting and turning now facing East
Now Vespers - Now the roaring clotted
End of day

       Now the reedy couple - 
       Junky rushed - Screaming Desires
       
  Thrown packet of cigarettes
  Into the face -

      Obscenities hurled 
      Along the platform 

Young woman on a bench makes 
Herself small, not easy to see
While screaming they care not 
Only intent on each others failings
And so ignore as she sends messages
To her friends

A thin silver cross 
Between rounded breasts.