"" hungover manchester
On mornings I walk miles of pints
through the heart of a kebab wrap
buy a day ticket for the hangover
overground to lush Wythenshawe
I wrote this poem today, and though I continued with it to describe a journey through Manchester to work and back.. The lines that followed were too pretentious and less heart-felt than these. This wee poem does not depict me as an alcoholic, by the way - just a Bank Holiday morning to work, I suppose.
through the heart of a kebab wrap
buy a day ticket for the hangover
overground to lush Wythenshawe
I wrote this poem today, and though I continued with it to describe a journey through Manchester to work and back.. The lines that followed were too pretentious and less heart-felt than these. This wee poem does not depict me as an alcoholic, by the way - just a Bank Holiday morning to work, I suppose.