The six foot skinhead, sporting Millwall tats,
sits on his own, minding an empty pram
inside the waiting room where rowdy tots

are building creaking Legoland kingdoms
then swatting them back down like oldschool gods.
He’s turning pages with his calloused thumbs,

a picture book with no big fancy words
about a panda bear at a circus,
which softens his hard man image a tad,

though after he plants a sloppy kiss
onto the cheek his beautiful brown grandson,
I get the feeling he’d still kick my arse,

it’s just that nowadays, he’s got a reason.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Jun 13, 2012 @ 00:31:31

    I was taught first aid by a six foot skinhead, sporting Millwal tats. Despite his appearance, he turned out to be one of the the most non violent, humane men I have ever met. In London, it is almost impossible to judge people by the way they look.


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