Tag Archives: North London

The Turk at Twelve O’clock

Posted on May 11, 2019 by subincontinentia

On a long road in Tottenham I walk with my eyes on the drains. With one love behind me and one more still giving me pain. A drunken Turk heading towards me from twelve o’clock Well at least I know how … Continue reading →

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Prophet on the 259

Posted on May 10, 2019 by subincontinentia

When he got on the bus, his stench was enough For all eyes to fall footward and arms to fold inward Sainsbury’s bags stacked between rows of cold knees planning evenings as tables for tea and TV. “We’re all sleeping!” he … Continue reading →

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Smelling the pickles

Posted on November 4, 2013 by subincontinentia

The drunken Turk mirrored my movements as I leaned first to the left and then the right, trying to avoid him as he approached. But he had me in some kind of arak-soaked-force-field. Before I knew it his substantially muscled … Continue reading →

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