Monday, 26 December 2016

Kairos/Christos

I suppose Mum must have picked up an extra shift
Or maybe the old Jew on the market stall had over stocked
Still, it was Christmas and as globed snow began to drift
In my new Chelsea Strip, Wembley rocked!

For a moment, Kairos/Christos, for a moment is all that Time is
Till the wally with the brolly passes on your bribe of orange squash
& Mum's green chutney sarnies; Ah! how English is this bliss!
To feel Blacks can be Becks tho' our spice isn't posh

Envoi- 
Prince! Memory is the question who asks begs it
Like thy Uber too abrupt, my hip flask's Brexit 

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