Slip-slap-slip-slap-slip-slap,
completely focused.
Slip-slap-slip-slap-slip-slap,
totally oblivious.
Slip-slap-slip-slap-slip-slap,
pavement pounding.
Slip-slap-slip-slap-slip-slap,
own little world.
Slip-slap-slip-slooooofffff
slap,
slap,
slap.
Makes off
with a mobile phone
and this dangling from his hand……
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Contributors
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Chris Major
Chris Major lives in Stoke. Poetry in 80 UK print mags and also widely on line.
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