Poems

I found your heart on the tube today
 

Pulsating pile of muck all rouge
 

2pm on the central line none-the-less
 

I didn't recognise it at first it had changed, but what was I to expect
 

I snatched it up, it made me wretch, and wrapped it up in the centre spread
 

Your blood smeared over Amy Winehouse's head
 






 Joanna Dobbin 2010