Thinking of Him This was Hollywood hung in primary colours. Daddy’s little princess turned out with the trash by a fast young man who could wear a suit and shoot the breeze from the wheel of a Pontiac Bonneville. Your baby doesn’t love you anymore. Candy waits for Brad to call, her thoughts full of his blue serge suit and player’s jaw. A cheated sweetheart not quite pretty or complete; Her yellow hair throws curves and she cries silver. You won’t be seeing rainbows anymore. A thin faced New Yorker stands in front of her neurosis stretched across his canvas sheet; and Roy declares in hard black lines a scene with dots that replicate a moment – It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. Shadwell Smith This poem was previously published in London Grip New Poetry. Shadwell is a school teacher who lives in Dunstable, England. He has entertained spoken word audiences across London and the home counties for many years. His poems have also appeared in a number of print magazines and e-zines, such as Butcher’s Dog, Prole, Ink Sweat & Tears and London Grip.
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