Tristan Hazell lives and works in the shadow of the Westway on Portobello Road. What follows is a collection of observations, reviews, social comment, fiction, poetry, art criticism and more. Much of it is fiction and some of it will offend someone somewhere, I hope.
Monday, November 21, 2016
A divorcees prayer
You will hate me when this is over But not as much as I will hate you Yet I will hate you with affection While you will hate me with spite Because you really hate yourself For once loving me Any chance of a shag?