Wall Shakespeare…
Shakespeare’s eyes bled
At his own armless monstrosity,
An abhorrence just emerged
Into a Michael Jackson video
From a loose, dirt grave;
And his wry smile fronted
A dance-troupe, a quartet, a cameo
Of staring, bovine anonimity,
Mocking Shakespeare’s eyes, quite dead…
Pete Ray
August 2015
Inside Smoode!, a coffee shop on Knowle’s High Street.
I sat on a leather sofa and beheld a bust of Shakespeare, fronting four artistic representations of cattle…
I so liked that…
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| Smoode! |
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| The offending wall! |
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