Locked gate with heavy rusted lock,
Metal fence with chain link,
One section broken, wire opens back like a flap of skin,
Allows us to duck in.
Cement columns holding up the highway,
The overpass, dirt floor and vandalised walls.
Someone has a fire burning in a metal barrel.
The kids stand around nervously warming their hands in the strange half light.
Cigarettes and laughter, stories of sex and drugs
I watch mesmorised as two older kids kiss,
The girl has dark hair and black eyes.
A firecracker is lit and explodes in the night,
The sound of traffic above is a roar
And the night runs on like sharp needles and broken bottles.
A homeless man was murdered here
John, the school’s football hero,
Sneers and takes his three friends away.
But we sit by the fire on the cold cement ledge
And talk about Mickey and…
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