I went back to Islington
Where the songs are sung
By showbiz beggars,

I ate chicken gentrified
Long, long ago
By the silver spooned rebels,

I read the cake shop billboard signs,
Arched eyebrow jokes
Poking all the people,

And I inhaled mid-twenties dreams,
Doe eyed and naive
Like a dizzy Walter Mitty.

3 Responses to “Islington”

  1. Brilliant. Loving all of this recent poetry.

  2. Cheers 🙂

  3. Dunny, this a superb poem. Does the final stanza refer to the days you wanted to be a professional actor? Dennis

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