A Manchester Monsoon
Face life with all you have left.
By Jake YatesPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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the sweet cigarette smoke that fills your lungs, and the smell that flushes your nostrils, a divine concoction of guilt and love, such as the sight of a dying dove.
a Manchester monsoon, and I'm statuesque on the white lines of an illuminated street, the raindrops racing down my face, the rainwater soaking my feet,
I'm amongst the doers and the successful, in a sink or swim world, but I belong with those already sunk,
with sodden socks, I rest on abandoned breeze-blocks, begging the clocks to slower their tempo, a Manchester monsoon, collecting your daily dose of hope from those just like you, swaying to the music in a murky room.
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Jake Yates
Manchester, UK
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