Northern disparity weeps
And blue
as all fraud creeps.
i belong here
between the savers
and the new nail bar,
i belong here
where the magpie murders
and the white women pick tendon silk from teeth.
i have the pork, the lamb,
the side of spinach.
No tip.
No fare.
Up on the left, right before you hit the exit.
Northern – with an accent we both mock.
Take me,
or take me seriously –
i’ll settle for both.
Sediment, brave and wise.
Sediment, if he dared.
A poet lived on my street
– only his wife can tell.
Northern.
Up East – seal and batter.
Salt and coal,
and Blue.
As all frauds weep.