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Friday, 27 February 2015

Chip Shop Allegro

You are working well tonight
you girls
at the Chip Shop Allegro
this Friday evening
and
men, dark bears, stand
clawpaws
in pockets
waiting for service
issuing instructions
more onions please
to you three scurrying squirrels
who
shovel chips into paper wraps
shear
spiced meat coils from
gas flamed skewers
into warm split pitta 
toss
sausages battered and plain
and golden sizzling haddock and cod
into the glass-fronted hot cabinet
only to
tong them out again
moments later and
rest them
on polystyrene trays
piled high with fries
next to blue plastic forks

and jealous eyes
of the back of the queue grizzlies 
watch
while the vittles diminish
there behind
the steamed greasy panes
and they
lick their lips
as they wait for chips
at the shakers of salt
and the
bottles of malt and
small packets of ketchup
in plastic baskets
next to the Marie Curie
collecting tin
and your long hair in a lank
hank
multi-banded ponytail
protrudes from your baseball cap
and flaps
at your back
as you push your hot damp bangs
out of your eyes
with the soft white side
of your arm

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