The Shaking Sick Paper Seller


Outside entrance way gate of Farringdon

Tube station, he sits in a shaking state

Perpetual, frozen by icy gusts

Of disease, descended on his once proud

Form. Quaking coarse through fates satanic jest

He munches methodic on magnum white

Ice-cream, magnificating magazines –

His wares – towards those hurried commuters

Converging around his frail form as the very

Canker that engulfs his lurching limbs,

Leaving him deaths feast in London’s lurid smog.

©Davey Northcott April 2014

(before someone else mentions it … no, the picture is not of Farringdon 🙂 )


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