The thoroughfare that spans the city
Doused in greenery
Yet inches from poverty
The trees and the neat little boutiques
The tacky bars and the scaby kebabs
The uneasy alliance between the
Liverpudlians and the Liverpolitans
Mutual need and disdain
as they rub shoulders
Trying to move
down and up
Between the shop-bought quirkiness
and the exotic cheese
in the deli
Is the queue
for the dole
And the flowers
laid out
for the dead
Smackhead
This appeared in Slacker zine February 2011
Kenn Taylor 