On Boar Lane, 27th June 2021

Leeds is such a dirty town

And the stench wraps itself

With grasping arms 

To choke the life out.

Such a soreness

Pustules and maladies

Lingering in doorways

Or walking passed lifeless

Litter, blowing east

Where saviour leans

With spice haunted eyes

Just the solitary beast:

Watching I can't comprehend

Where it went wrong?

Post-industrial, Post-milltown,

Post-worsted, Post-trauma:

Please X99 arrive to deliver me

From Vagabond folks

Emoting something broke.

A crack through which I can see

What was meant by Conrad

'Exterminate the brutes'.

Get me away from this filthy waste!

It is up to me.

On the plus side I slept peace full

Last night.